Sunday Afternoon Recovery

Any pastor can tell you that Sunday afternoons are very draining, worth it, but still draining. Add being portable and the drain is increased exponentially. I’m up at 4:30 am and I don’t stop moving until at least 1 pm. Now the point of this post is not to whine or complain but to thank the one who helps me recover week after week.

Growing up around the church Angela and I have both had some strange stereotypes of what the role of the pastor’s wife looks like. We decided from the very beginning that we would not worry about what church culture says the pastor’s wife should be and be more concerned with what God called our roles to be and that is working out great so far.

Yesterday I was reflecting on one of the things that Angela does that is so awesome and essential to my ability to avoid burnout. Every Sunday after the truck is loaded up and I am on my way with a small crew to put it back into storage she brings home a bunch of the things that I bring from home each week. She puts that stuff away and  straightens up the rest of the house. When I get home there is nothing to do but eat some lunch, which she prepares, and relax my mind and body (nap).

These things may seem like no big deal but the fact that she works so hard to provide me with a relaxing Sunday afternoon environment means the world to me. She has been doing this for some time but I thought it was about time everyone else knew how much I appreciate my beautiful wife’s Sunday afternoon kindness. Thank you Angela, I love you.

I would have shared this yesterday but I was recovering.