So, the other night, my hubby and I FINALLY watched Mom’s Night Out. I’ve been wanting to see the movie since its release, but never had the opportunity to go.
I thoroughly enjoyed the laughter found in a rare, truly family friendly comedy.
The chemistry between the cast was phenomenal.
Seriously I LAUGHED so hard…much needed after the past few weeks around here.
But, I also cried. There were several moments of silent tears as I found myself identifying greatly with the story.
I’ve been the frazzled mom…many many times. I’ve found myself putting the focus in entirely wrong places. I’ve felt the aggravation over never seeming to have a moment alone. Children who refused to just go to church and take part in children’s activities while mom had a rare moment of adult worship. I’ve been there.
I’ve tried not to crush dreams my children have by freaking out when they make messes (and when I say messes I mean the true tornado just destroyed this area kind of messes). I don’t always succeed here, but I try.
I’ve been in the place of crazy…when I desired the company of girl friends so much that I might do something totally insane if you ruined my plans. 😉
But there was one point that has only just recently become real to me. One place that I am learning more about how to deal with, and failing miserably. I really felt myself identifying with Sondra (Patricia Heaton), and in that crying over things I’d taken for granted in the past.
The Pastor’s Wife. This is where I live right now. A position that I never fully understood for years. A position that, like I said, I took for granted for a long time. They portrayed her well.
-Sunday morning greeter. Wearing a smile, even though life at home (with children) wasn’t perfect.
-The Encourager. Ready and willing to encourage the other women, even when deep down she needed a little herself.
-Human. I was thrilled when they touched on the fact that she was a person who had made mistakes. Yes…we make mistakes too.
I laughed at the scene in the bowling alley when she felt compelled to remove empty alcohol bottles to protect their reputations…only to be put on the big screen carrying away empty bottles…totally my luck. 😉
I laughed at the looks on her face when forced to enter a “shady” place. Seriously, we always feel people are looking over our shoulders judging our every move…even if we are doing what’s right, people will turn it around.
But the part that hit me most was back in the bowling alley. Sondra thanked Allyson for inviting her out for a girl’s night and adding that it was the first time in 5 years that she had been invited to do anything with anyone that wasn’t church related. *tears*
Ladies, as a pastor’s wife (woman in ministry) & former regular “Jane” church member, your pastor’s wife is simply a person like you. She feels like you. She lives life like you. She wants to hide from her children sometimes like you. She needs friends to be friends, just…like…you.
The things you enjoy: shopping, playing games, being goofy together, almost obsessing over Downton Abbey (or any other tv show), hanging out, exercising…really anything… I assure you, she shares some of the same interests. Pay attention…you’ll see.
I kick myself now for not purposing to get to know so many of the pastor’s wives I’ve known. Many of these wonderful ladies have impacted my life more than they will ever know. I honestly never dreamed God would lead my husband and me down this path of ministry. I’m so glad I had many of these women to be a role-model for me.
*Father in heaven, I pray for each ministry wife that has been part of my life, and all those I’ve never met. I pray that you will send them joy. I pray that you will send them rest. I pray that you will make them strong pillars of faith and strength for their husbands. I pray that you will fill them with your love. But mostly Father, I pray that you will send friends to those who need them. True, trustworthy friends. Wrap your loving arms around these precious women. Wrap your arms around their families. Refill & refresh each one so that she may minister to your people as you need her to. Amen.*