I count being a media minister's wife as one of my biggest blessings. For starters, I get to see some of the behind-the-scenes work that goes into church media life that many don't even know about. The creative process is both energizing and tiring. There are failed attempts at new strategies to bring change, as well as big dreams that come to life and point people to the Lord in meaningful, powerful ways. Sometimes I'm one of the first people to see a testimony video and weep as it moves my heart and brings me to tears. Other times I get texted a photo of the new stage design or the mock-up for an upcoming publication. All the while, I'm proud of the man who put his heart and talent into making it appear effortless. The best church media is media that doesn't draw attention to itself. I'm also the one of the first to share my husband. Sunday mornings in a groggy haze I whisper, "I love you, too" as he kisses me goodbye around 5:30 a.m. I get up a couple hours later, make biscuits for two, and take him a few when I get to service - somehow always a few minutes late - my new "on time" as a mom. Thursday nights I keep the oven on warm with the remnants of dinner awaiting his late-night return after band rehearsal. And beyond the "normal" church events, there's also weddings, birthday parties, funerals, youth discipleship weekends... And sometimes, on weekends like this one, there are women's retreats. I missed last year's feeling too pregnant to be in a car that long. And for the first time, I'm by myself overnight with our 10-month-old son. Being a media minister's wife is a challenge, and it's a gift. I also believe it's a calling. Sometimes I have to say "no" to things. Other times, I get to say "yes," and learn the joy of little bursts of spontaneity. Like taking Jaxson to a small weeknight concert because Marcus is working. Or meeting him for lunch on a random day at a steakhouse (we never go to steakhouses!) because we're still carefully spending a gift card he got as a "thank you" from one of his weddings. So here's to my best friend who's kicking it with over a hundred Grand Parkway ladies in the Piney Woods tonight. I'm proud of you. I'm so glad to get to do life with you. We're cheering for you. I'm pushed to greater dependence on the Lord on these solo nights - as my strength isn't strong enough. My good attitude quickly runs out when there's pee in the tub, crumbs on the kitchen floor, and chewed up toilet paper rolls in the bathroom. He is sufficient. His joy isn't circumstantial. PRAISE. Married ladies, in whatever ways you support your man, whatever his profession may be, remember that what you are doing on the homefront is irreplaceable and valuable and important. Single ladies, whether you're raising littles on your own or living alone, press in to the Lord's friendship. Take your burdens to Him. Eleanor Roosevelt said that "Women are like teabags, we don't know our true strength until we're in hot water." So with that, I'll fill a glass with sweet tea, flip the baby monitor on, and run a hot bubble bath. I know Saturday night's coming and my Piney Woods camper will be home soon.
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