It was hard to come to terms with the fact that I fell in love with my thoughts of him more than I did him, and now that I am here, I'm unsure how to navigate the situation. The sheer humour of God! I mean, a Pastor?! Common! What about me screams Pastor's wife? If anything, every single thing about me screams Get away from me! And now you want me to accept that you are calling me to be a pastor's wife? Naaaaa. So people who don't know me can place me on a pedestal and laugh very hard when they watch me fall?
Thanks, but no thanks.
I remember the first day I met him; I was going home from a book club meeting that ran a little late with the heated discussions. I mistook his car for my ride, opened it and entered, and the first words from my mouth were, "You can start the trip". Lol, this is pure high-level madness because who doesn't check the plate number or the face of their driver?! Especially in times like this. But that is my POV; he, on the other hand, I would later come to find out, thought it was funny to go along with it.
Everything of course, went to flames when my "actual" Uber driver called to say he had been waiting and would cancel the ride! Imagine my surprise? And then I start to actually think, This does not look like the insides of a 2006 Toyota Corolla; I don't feel kidnapped, but is this what it feels like to be kidnapped? I snapped out of it real quick and channelled my inner Heike and said;
I am a black belt holder, and I could easily snap your bones! 😂😭 Till today, I have no idea why it came out of my mouth, but yeah, it was apparently hilarious, and he started laughing, which struck me as the wrong reaction from a kidnapper. Well, in summary, he explained that he was having a bad day as he had just found out that the lady he had seen for 9 months was hired by a reporter to bring some dirt on him, so he had parked there to recalibrate before I "allegedly barged in". All I could say was your doors should be locked! I could have been an armed robber
(Apparently, people find it easy talking to me, so yeaaa)
Yeah, but with all that said, does any of his behaviour point to someone who could remotely be a Pastor? He definitely did not look like a Pastor with the very casual wear he had on, which showed the fact that someone spent some time at the gym (I'm perceptive like that), but then again, what is a pastor meant to look like in the real sense of this? I will leave you, my distinguished audience to answer that question.
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Looking back now, I do not believe that I had any choice in falling for him. He was everything he ought to be, and then some; maybe I should have realized that there was no way he would be a "regular man".
As the days unfolded, I found myself drawn deeper into the enigma that was him; perhaps it was for the best that I did not know he was a Pastor from the beginning because I am pretty sure I would have run in the opposite direction. Despite my initial resistance to becoming a pastor's wife, I couldn't deny the magnetic pull of his personality. His genuine care for people, his wisdom that transcended the pulpit, and his ability to find joy in even the most mundane moments were all aspects of him that went beyond the stereotypical image of a pastor.
As we spent more time together, I discovered layers of his character that went far beyond the casual wear and the gym-toned physique. He was compassionate empathetic, and possessed an uncanny ability to connect with people from all walks of life. It was as if he had this innate gift to make others feel seen and understood.
One day, sitting in a quiet park, he shared stories of his journey to becoming a pastor. The trials, the doubts, and the moments of profound clarity that led him to the calling. I listened intently, realizing that his path to the pulpit was anything but conventional. He was not confined by society's expectations of a pastor; instead, he embraced his calling with authenticity and a genuine desire to make a positive impact.
Then, I began to see beyond my preconceived notions and appreciate the man behind the calling. His dedication to helping others, his humility in the face of adversity, and the unwavering strength he derived from his faith were qualities that I couldn't help but admire. It wasn't about fitting into a mold; it was about living out a purpose that brought him true fulfilment.
As our connection deepened, I realized that my love for him went beyond the superficial expectations that I had initially clung to. Love, after all, is a force that transcends societal norms and expectations. It's about accepting someone for who they are and supporting them in their journey, even if it means embracing the unexpected.
In the end, I chose love over preconceived notions. I embraced the joy of appreciating the man behind the calling, and in doing so, I found a joy that surpassed anything I had imagined. Together, we navigated the challenges and joys of a life intertwined with the responsibilities of a pastor and his wife. As we stood side by side, I realized that love, in its purest form, is a journey of acceptance, growth, and unwavering support. I do hope love finds you💕
Signed,
Mummy G.O
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