A LETTER TO MY PASTOR'S WIFE

       LETTER

TO

MY PASTOR’S WIFE

Dear pastor wife, 

I greet you with the love of Christ in my heart. I greet you too with 

so much love and respect I have for you. 

I guess you are surprise that I am writing a public letter to you in a

place like this. In fact to know how much importance it is to me, I

am writing straight from my kitchen as I make dinner. I don’t want 

to delay this letter any further. 

You are the first lady of the church, one whom I admire from afar

and follow closely secretly like Zacchaeus to Jesus. 

However I must confess and admit I do not want to be like you. 

You may like to ask me why but the answer will break your heart to 

pieces. I DO NOT WANT TO BE LIKE YOU BECAUSE OF 

YOU. I didn’t realize this until a friend asked me. 

 Your maxi and midi skirts and gowns accessorized with the big hats are always beautiful. I would gladly raid your wardrobe if you give 

me the opportunity. 

The way you talk, walk and work is faaaaaar better than the Queen

of England.  Your words are medicines to a broken heart. Even the

ways you embrace the little children and teens are unspeakable love in actions.

Our pastor, ‘your husband’ always tells us that behind every successful pastor is a strong true God and a crown God has placed 

on his head which is you in his case. 

I see the colour of your cheeks change anytime he says those words. 

Chai!!! Who wouldn’t love to be in your shoes?

And those four boisterous children of yours are awesome. They are 

examples many families set before their own children for emulation. 

Days when I come to church groggily, you are there fully energetic,

days when I come grouchily, you are there cheerful with no single 

problem and days when I come even cheerful you are there even more merrier. 

The days you lead us in prayer are stressfully something else.  You 

make me pray as if that is my last opportunity of getting my request

from God. 

Your daughter also tells me that you are a fantastic cook and cannot 

stomach the sight of dirt which I believe. 

You are an amazing woman ma, a living example of Proverbs 31 

woman. 

From my secret close followership, I have observe that in those fine 

shoes of yours, I mean the titles ‘first lady of the church’, ‘assistant

pastor’, ‘pastor Mrs.’, ‘Area mama’, ‘Women’ coordinator’ are 

pains that cannot be uttered in words.  I see your shoes and all I tell 

myself is ‘Flee! the pains are too much’. 

Underneath the big hats most Sundays, I see eyes that have either

not slept well or rested well for days.

I have heard you prayed secretly for the Lord to season your words 

with salt at all times. So I know much you battled with not 

insulting the women (you know their history) who called you a 

witch and a wicked woman. 

I have seen the sad looks on your face when you report the youths to 

the youth president because the youth called you old school for 

advising them to add an extra yard anytime they are sewing their

skirts. 

When a jolly good woman embraces you in church, I see your eyes lit up in love. You know you mean a lot to her. 

I even heard the story too of the usher who gossiped you for coming

late to church and when you heard the gossip you called her and 

apologised even explained to her why you came late; you had to rush

to the home of a member who just gave the ghost. 

 I notice too how you leave your seat too sometimes during service . 

last family weekend Sunday, I followed you and noticed you praying

with a fellow pastor for a member in crisis on the phone . So 

some times you do not even enjoy a full package service with your supervision and intercession.

As you come to lead prayers, I see with my inner eyes, a fatigue 

body that have tarried in the place of prayers for hours, yet still 

drawing strength for yourself and those you lead in prayers.

 

I hear your children sometimes murmur of how your disciplines them in frustration for fear that you do not want them turning out like

Phinehas and Hophni. I can assume the thoughts in your head behind the blush on your face of every sincere compliment of you ‘Our pastor ‘your husband’ tells the congregation. 

‘He is not as romantic as you think of him, I rarely see him even on 

Sundays; after service, prayers, after prayers, after counselling,

ministers meeting, after that prayers  and house fellowship’. 

You are strong!!!

Yet not by power, but by the grace of God. 

God have dealt you with thoroughly and still dealing with you 

thoroughly like raw gold that has to refine. 

I wholeheartedly bless God for his work in your life and for not just

blessing us with a pastor but with his wife as well. 

As for me I am young and I cannot bear the pains in your shoes. 

The very friend who asked me if I will like to be a pastor’s me told me that instead of saying No! , I should rather ask for God’s will to

be done and instead of running away, I should come to you for 

mentorship, not on how to be a pastor’s wife but to be a woman 

ready for God’s refining. I should go learn to be a supporter of my 

own ministry, my husband ministry, my children ministries and 

greatly influencing the people around me positively and spiritually.

In summary, I write to book appointments for mentorship. I admit I

am young ,weak and naïve . If given the opportunity, I will start 

classes immediately.

Yours daring, 

Ogheneochuko.

HOPE YOU APPRECAITE YOU PASTOR'S WIFE WHEN NEXT YOU SEE HER. THIS WOMAN GOES THROUGH A LOT. 

THANK YOU FOR READING, DO DELIVER MY LETTER TO HER. 

GOD BLESS YOU.