|my view Sunday from the 2nd row|
I haven't done that in years.
Four to be exact.
You might be interested to know that when we were dating & things got serious I told him I thought we should break it off soon. I explained I was completely and utterly uninterested in marrying a pastor.
I clarified that I specifically did not want to sit in any front row and be his personal cheerleader.
That was a mold I knew I could never and would never fit.
He asked me to "pray about it" and we were married within a year.
That was 21 years ago.
Due to recent shift he is no longer in traditional ministry and has returned to school. On occasion, however, he is still asked to do pulpit fills. That is how I found myself, last Sunday morning, sitting in the second-to-front row of a strange church, smiling as my husband delivered an inspirational message.
Never say never. Just saying.