About DT

When I was six weeks pregnant with our second child, my husband declared that he was ready to become a pastor.

The title ‘Pastor’s Wife’ scared me.  I pictured a stoic lady in the choir loft.  I imagined frumpy dresses, crisply folded laundry, a spotless home, perfectly behaved children, and a heap of expectations I couldn’t meet.

I was so cautious about this new role that I didn’t announce it to my family.  My mom heard about it through the grapevine.  One grandmother called and expressed doctrinal concerns about our denomination of choice. My other grandmother quipped, “But you don’t play the piano, what will you do?”   I didn’t have an answer.

We are now 8 years into the ministry, 2 years into our first full-time pastorate, and we’ve added a third child (picture coming eventually).  Over time, I’m learning what my role is, how to find my place, and how to maintain a happy family in the process.  My house is never spotless.  Home décor is not my spiritual gift.  I still can’t play the piano.