the legacy we leave (part 1)
>> August 18, 2009
There are days when I (Sarah) wish I wasn't a PW. And not for the reasons you might think.
Not because of the long hours. Not because there are 600 other people who feel strongly about their stake of "ownership" on my PH's time. Not because I miss sitting together with my husband's arm around me in church. (Although, on certain days, all of those things have crossed my mind, I'll admit!)
But, while no PW is perfect (and I hope you're not self-imposing that expectation), some days it would be nice to just be "normal". Like the days when you make a quick run to the grocery store in your grungiest sweats with greasy hair - and you're guaranteed to run into the most well-dressed member of your church at the checkout line.
Or the days when you're tired, cranky and in a rush - and you honk loudly at the driver that just cut you off, only to realize that it was someone from church. And they DEFINITELY recognized your car.
*Sigh*
Being a PW can sometimes feel like being an ambassador. Yes, we are human. But so are the people around us - and they still form opinions about us, our husbands, and our church based on how they see us act.
Sometimes it would be so nice to just have some time "off" from being under observation. To just shrug off the responsibility of being a representative.
But I suppose Jesus didn't ever have a time where he wasn't responsible for his actions and words, either.
(...to be continued...)

