She's the wife of a preacher man...

*I wrote this right after Chad received liscensure in the PCA to preach.  Not sure why I didn't post it then.  I was, and am, so very proud of him.*

I know the song says something about being the son of a preacher man but I am claiming artistic license or whatever you call it. Probably, I should pay royalties. Still its true.  Today,  Im the wife of a preacher man. Sort of.  Though, its really no different than two days ago when he was still preaching, just not licensed  in our denomination.  Either way I am so proud of him.  He studied hard, tested well and answered boldly to all the questions he was asked.  I keep waiting for someone to say, "um, 'scuse me...Chad, your license is revoked until you get a handle on your wife!" Ha!

There's a measure of exposure that makes me feel... well, exposed.  There's no such thing as autonomy and forget sharing deep dark secrets with anyone. If that's how I feel how must Chad feel?!?  Reflecting on how God has prepared us for this time I can't help but acknowledge his perfect ingenuity.  Every circumstance has prepared my heart a little better and given me a broader perspective. He's always good that way.  I look forward to what God has in store for us and am confident he will equip me to do what seems utterly out of my skill set.

Milestones...

When I brought Sam home from the hospital, at approximately 18 hours old, I never even thought about 18 years later.  Then he turned like...11 and its all I could think about!  The regular refrain was  "Holy cow! When is this madness going to be over???" Now, he's mostly charming and mostly 18.  Well, 17 and a couple months anyway.  I like to pretend I'm stoic and impervious to the hormonal tidal wave of the average mom but I'm just not.  Every attempt at processing his departure triggers whatever brain part that pushes the tears to the surface.  When did he get here? Where was I while he inched his way to manhood? Here, I guess.  Anxious for the next milestone instead of savoring the one he was just in.

Tomorrow he meets with the Captain of the ROTC program for his scholarship interview.  This is the game changer.  This makes it real.  Oh please God, don't let me cry.