Yesterday was a big day. I sat at church in the second row and watched as a group of men whom I respect immensely gathered around my husband, laid hands on him, and prayed over him. I watched as they challenged him and encouraged him with Scripture. I watched as Nate, with tears in his eyes, answered the ‘Ordination Questions’ and shook hands with each of the elders who stood with him as they welcomed him into the ministry.
I sat there, welled up with emotion, because I know Nate. I know how hard he has worked to get here. I know how seriously he takes this calling. I know how much more this meant to him than simply a ceremony marking a milestone. I know how much his humble heart would have rather had a private service than something in front of an entire congregation. He hates being the center of attention. But that’s okay, because I was proud enough for the both of us.
I’m so proud of his hard work. I’m so proud of the way he follows the Lord’s lead, wherever that may take him (and us). I’m so proud of the way that he diligently makes sure that his primary role is still husband and daddy. I’m more proud of him than I could ever express, and more humbled than ever that the Lord picked me to be his wife.
In the car on the way home, I asked Nate, “So, do you feel like a big weight has been lifted off now that the service is over?” And he said, “I felt like a big weight was lifted off after my final exam was over a couple of weeks ago. But today, I feel like an even bigger weight has been put back on. This is a heavy calling.”
I’m proud of you, Nate. Proud to be your wife, proud to walk with you in ministry and serve you however I can. And while we’ve passed another milestone, the journey is far from over!