It is hard to understand how I could feel so sure that this is where God was calling us only to have the door to this church slammed in my face numerous times since our arrival. It feels like I have to force the door open every Sunday in order to attend worship at a place I don't feel welcomed.
When we were talking about getting married, my husband asked if I was sure I wanted to be a pastor’s wife. With stars in my eyes, I told him unequivocally, yes. I have days when I question whether this is the life I really wanted, and if I could have “done more” with my life.
I know that God could really help me in this area. I know that for Him to use me, I must offer my life as a sacrifice. If that means not accomplishing everything I think I should, letting my talents go to waste, being poor, having no friends at church I know I should accept it.
But the question begs to be asked, could you?
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