Judging by the title of this post you can see it is about the day in a life of a cowboy pastor’s wife. No this doesn’t involve waking up at 5:00 a.m. everyday. I don’t spend hours in prayer. I’m not quite the hand I wish I were. I wish I could say I’m always in the right spot at the right time. I sometimes ride right past a cow. I even hate to admit that I once traded spots with someone on the drive. Trading spots is a big no, no, and I realized that once I saw the boss’ face, Oops!
Okay, let’s get real, things don’t usually happen quite the way I plan. The sink full of dirty dishes will have to stay that way until I get back from helping put the bull back in our pasture. The two McDonald cups in the truck, just a reflection of a desperate meal, while stuck in town. There’s something in the fridge right now, wrapped in a ball of foil, that is well….nasty. I hope my mother-in-law doesn’t see that.
The day in the life of a cowboy pastor’s wife is challenging but you know what….I love it!!! I may not do it perfectly but I hope I get better at it everyday. I love our church family…..and that they are….family. We laugh together, cry, get irritated and share a common love for Christ and West Texas. Maybe I will be a pro at it someday. Maybe not. But hopefully when it’s all said and done….He will say to me, “Well done good and faithful servant!”