Yall there are a multitude of reasons why I could be voted America's worst pastor's wife. Seriously. I'm not really sure how it happened... but last night as I laid in bed I was like... wow Brit... just wow. But instead of listing out all my many failures here and then putting my husband's job in jeopardy... I figured I'd just stick to yesterday morning (i'm not even going to touch yesterday evening... the part about me almost running out of gas... not having my wallet... trying to buy 78 cents worth of gas at a station... and leaving with $5 worth of gas... I'm just not going to go there. I can't do it quite yet.... So we'll stick to yesterday morning... ahem.).
Ah Yesterday. I'm not really sure what went wrong or why? But all I know is that as I was running around church like a chicken with my head cut off, I had to laugh at myself and pause and think "Well holy crap. I'm a staff wife now.... I've gotta get my junk together. oh my." And let's all be honest... my initial thought might not have had the word crap in it... which might be another reason on the list against me. true story.
Well first off, baby girls and I went to the 11 o'clock service today instead of our usual 4pm. Which was awesome... except for the fact that I didn't get there til at least 11:15... And then once I got the girls checked in to Kids Life, it took me a good 20 minutes to get out of there because God bless our volunteers, they are just so great and fun to be around that I almost missed the ENTIRE service. But I did eventually pry myself away from the fun. But something horrible happened as we were running around making our way into the service, I got a whiff of my own breath... which smelled like SALSA.
That's right people. Salsa breath right here... because I ate chips and salsa for breakfast. Don't judge me. Sunday is my Monday. It's my The Weekend IS OVER & Daddy's Back At Work All Day... day. So sometimes it goes smoother than others... but yesterday the girls weren't napping, I was eating chips and salsa for breakfast, and the girls went through a whole closet full of clothes before church... so you do the math.
So here I am running around the campus, salsa dragon breath, and I also realized that I'm getting a little sweaty while running around. That's odd... I'm a little young for hot flashes... So I chalked it up to running around like a headless chicken. And then it hit me... I have salsa breath AND I forgot deodorant.
Really... not cool.
And as I was sitting there in church (once I finally made it in there at 11:30 plus a few minutes), I was thinking to myself, HOW?!! How did this happen? When did I become a mom? When did I become the girl who is ALWAYS late to everything? Who drives a minivan and rarely showers and uses dry shampoo like her life depends on it?
And when did I realize that this crazy life... full of ministry and babies and joy and chaos and snot and diapers and highs and lows and lots and lots of laughter... well this crazy life we live... I love it.
I never would have thought that I would be ok with being 30 minutes late to church... but I am. Because that's what this season requires of me on some days. And I never would have thought that I would enjoy being a "pastor's wife," but I do. And I never would have thought that I'd love being a wife and mom... but it's one of the best things that has EVER happened to me. And the truth is, I might not be the best at any of those things (well except the late thing... I'm really awesome at being late), but I'm thankful that God has put me in these seasons because I'm being stretched and grown like I've never been before. So I'm thankful for this season, and I'm thankful that a lot of these roles do NOT come naturally to me. And I'm thankful that I have to rely on God's grace for survival... because let's all be honest here... no one likes a know it all... and I'd totally be one if I thought I had it all together. So I'm thankful that despite my inability to make it to church showered, wearing deodorant, with minty fresh breath, and on time... God still is allowing our family to be in ministry. What a blessing it is.
Yall, I hope you are surviving your Mondays as well. :) Much love,