Life - Season after season of Grace
I wanted now to be well into my posts about being a pastor's wife. For a variety of reasons that has not happened. When I came up with this idea I thought this didn't have much to do with being a pastor's wife. Now I'm not so sure. For over the past 6 years my daughter and son-law have lived in our garage apartment. At first it was a little touchy as we slowly understood how much room we should give each other. After a while I knew at least most of the time how to respect this new relationship. The husband - wife dance was still being choreographed. Although Jessica and I certainly had a good relationship it was undergoing a metamorphosis. She was still my daughter but no longer my little girl. I was still her mother but with no need to direct many areas of her life. We were two adult women seeking to honor and transform the mother - daughter relationship while also nurturing a blossoming friendship. Many people would say that's almost impossible. I have tried to ...