We connect ministry wives around the globe for the purpose of prayer, encouragement, awareness, accountability, bible study and friendship.

Perfectly Imperfect

By: Anita Cook
I wish that I knew then, what I know now... Come to think of it; I say that way more frequently the more seasoned I become. Early on in ministry, a visit to our house with little or no notice would send me into a frenzied state.  And oh, my poor family--I turned into a lunatic as I frantically assigned each warm body something to do before people arrived.  I was a Martha in overdrive. Even now it saddens me as I think about the strain I put on my husband and boys in my efforts to impress others with my momentarily pristine home.
Understand that I would love to have a tidy, picturesque home all of the time; that's just not realistic in every season of life. In fact, "All of the time" is completely impossible in most seasons. Life and ministry are always happening and, for most of us, at a...

Finding Your Ministry

By: Michelle Mundy You know the drill. We need someone to work nursery. Oh, that’s okay, the pastors' wife can do it. No one wants to work with the youth. The pastors' wife. Missions Organization? Pastors' wife. Lead music, play piano, teach Sunday school, arrange events, cook meals, children’s ministry, work as secretary got it covered; the pastors' wife can do it.
I have learned, albeit the hard way, that my calling is not one of an unpaid staff member. My first calling is to minister to my husband and family. Then, when God places on my heart an area of ministry, I am free as a member of the church to serve in that area. But there are times when saying “no” doesn’t sound, Christian, especially coming from the pastor’s wife. Loving, Godly church members simply assume you will do it. Gladly and exceptionally I might add.
Let me encourage you in the power of saying...

I’m Not Cut Out for This!

By:  Jodi Aiken
"Now that my husband is a Pastor do I need to lengthen my skirts?" This question was one of many I had as we entered the ministry. I felt so inadequate to be the wife of a Pastor. I viewed Pastor's wives as having it all together, well versed in the Word, and strong. I was none of those things. As questions, concerns, and fears consumed my mind, I felt defeat was no longer knocking at my door but in the house. In my desperate state, I called out to a friend that happened to be a youth Pastor's wife. I secretly hoped that she could give me a list of dos and don'ts and shape me into what I needed to become. As we sat across the table from one another at a local restaurant, I began blurting out all my jumbled-up thoughts and questions. They went something like this: I never dreamed in a...

Fear or Faith

By: Emily Dean
Ladies, I want to share with you about something I am really good at. In fact, I could really consider myself an expert in this. I am really good at being afraid. Anyone know what I'm talking about? Have you ever felt so well acquainted that fear could be your constant companion? Whenever a frightening situation comes up, I know immediately how to be afraid. What I'm not always so good at is exercising faith in the midst of fear. Since childhood I have experienced all kinds of fears: fear of the dark, fear of bad weather, fear of mice (what can I say...I grew up in the country!), fear of people (people pleasers, anyone?), and fear of public speaking just to name a few. The last one is the most ironic because as a ministry wife and teacher I have found myself in front of more than my share of crowds! Where...

Following Jesus Takes Grit!

By: Jodi Aiken
Have you ever made a promise to God not knowing what kind of resolve it would take, but you were all in? In my late twenties, God called me to follow Him into ministry. In yielding to His calling I promised God, I would never turn down an opportunity to share with others about the mercy, grace, and redemptive power He granted me. I committed to following Him anywhere, anytime, and at any cost. Little did I know what kind of grit I would need to keep my commitment. There have been seasons when I wanted to retract my promise -  Seasons that were too hard, too overwhelming, and too painful to forge ahead. Have you ever wrestled with keeping your promise to God? Maybe you have been hurt by others within your church, and you’re ready to throw in the towel and quit. Your clenched fist raised in the air, you have wanted to...

Unleashing Grace

By:  Bobi Ann Allen But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them—yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me.--1 Cor. 15:10 Have you ever been robbed? When I was a girl, my family’s car was broken into while we were on vacation one summer.  Talk about a downer.  The thieves didn’t take much but all of us were shaken by the fact that someone had entered into our space uninvited and pilfered through.  We went back to the hotel, packed our things and went home.  Our trip was tainted and we just wanted to be back in our own house where we felt safe. As believers, we constantly deal with a thief, he is the accuser and the Enemy of our soul. Scripture references him and says “The thief comes to steal, kill and...

Lesson from the Fishbowl

By: Donna Avant Recently my husband, John, purchased a fish and a fishbowl to use in a sermon illustration.  His plan was to give away the fish and the fishbowl the next week.  However, he grew fond of the fish and, oddly, I have also.  He confessed last week to our entire congregation that he has found himself on occasion talking to the fish he has now named, D.O.C. (Disciple of Christ)!  I promise you that John has not lost his mind.   The truth is this little black beta fish has reminded us both of some very valuable lessons we have learned over 38 years of being in the ministry. The transparency of the fishbowl is crucial.    Upon becoming a pastor’s wives 38 years ago, I was told that fishbowl life was terrible.  Everyone would be watching me; everyone examining my every move.   Yet, what I have discovered is that living in a fishbowl is actually...

White Puff Balls and the Gospel

By:  Jodi Aiken Wildflowers and weeds occupied the large lot next to the home where I grew up. I loved wandering around the turf searching for treasures. I especially liked to find dandelions. Their yellow petals transform into a white puff ball called a seed head. Finding my treasure, I would bend down, carefully breaking the stem without causing the ball to fall apart. While holding my breath, I held it close to my chest making a wish. Then, I would bring it up to my mouth and blow it as hard as I could. The white puff ball exploded in every direction as if carrying the message of my wish to a magical place. As I recalled this childhood memory, I recognized that as believers in Christ Jesus, we are much like the white puff ball of the dandelion. The ball holds many seeds, and each seed is attached to a stem with white fur...

Contextual Living

It was Monday, and despite how tired we were after a full weekend of ministry, we headed to Animal Kingdom to kick off our boys spring break with a bang! We knew that the week ahead would require us to be away from Michael and Ryan a lot and really wanted to spend some quality time loving on them. The weather wasn't great, mostly over cast and drizzly, but not enough to call it quits. We sauntered through the park and as we did, received some unexpected texts regarding conference accommodations for the next day, which unfortunately required our immediate attention. We continued on as my husband and I addressed separate issues on our phones, when a couple moving at a slightly faster pace skirted by, looking at us with much disapproval. As they passed, the man proceeded to say, snarkily, "Well that's great parenting!" referring to us both being on our phones at a theme...

Be Still…I’m Moving

It is dark yet, and the day is so very young when I nestle into my favorite chair. There is such a stillness in our home this time of day except for the ticking of the clock and the occasional peaceful sighs of my sleeping pup nearby. My heart welcomes the stillness. I need these few moments far more than I make time for them. The last few months have been hard…really, really hard. Just the thought of some recent events exhausts me. It is in this pure stillness that I find solace and am replenished by HIM. Though in these moments few words are uttered, there is a crying out of the soul to its Maker. Cries for help, comfort, wisdom, healing. I know!!! I know with all that I am that He is working…. moving and orchestrating the impossible. My problem is that patience in the process is not my strong suit, especially when people I...