“On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night. Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. I cling to you: your right hand upholds me” (Psalm 63:6-8).

For these past two in a half months this saying “the best-laid plans of women go THUD” has been my repeated phrase. My plans did not pan out as I thought they would but God had other ideas. I will give you a little history.

1. My husband and I flew to South Africa for a month to teach and encourage missionaries, ministries, and friends. My “THUD” was I was diagnosed with Tick Fever and I was laid up for a few weeks.

We have a cabin in Ione, WA on the Pend Oreille River. The other day a paddle boat was floating down the river and we decided to go and retrieve it and call the sheriff just in case someone lost it. No one has called so my husband and I decided to try it and now we know why it was floating down the river.  The rudder was broken. A friend of ours fixed it the best he could but there was still some funky way the rudder turned in order to go straight. Mind you… straight is the goal.

After three years, when I was going through a variety of losses where I literally had the rug taken out under my feet, I made a decision to take my life back. It may be an “inch at a time” but it will happen. It is a choice I am making. I pronounced it today.

My heart goes out to pastors’ wives’ as I hear their stories of heartache. Their husband may be going through a difficult time in the church. He may be wrestling with a conflict with an elder or layman. Maybe a person is critical of his preaching or he isn’t visiting enough shut-ins. One story I heard is about a couple of women who were upset that the sink was rusting in the children's Sunday School room only to find out, after the pastor inspected it, that it was dry, rust-colored paint. Or, the pastor is spending too much time on his sermons and not enough time visiting people.