Pastor, Illinois

I’m sitting here in a coffee shop, trying to finish (well, let’s be honest…START) my sermon for Sunday.  My mind races with many distractions, including (but not limited to):

  • My daughter’s 4th birthday party this weekend.  I should probably start planning.
  • I’m meeting with the Business/ Land owners this Thursday.  Lord, please let them cut us a deal on land so we can finally build our church (we church share now).
  • What are we having for dinner?  Crap.  I totally forgot to put in a crock-pot meal before I left this morning.  
  • Haircuts at 5pm for the boys.
  • I’m teaching a class at my house tonight at 7:15pm.  Gosh I hope the kids don’t need baths.  Either way, they aren’t happening.  I hope the house isn’t destroyed when I get home.
  • Mrs. X was just released from the hospital.  We should take her a meal.
  • I wonder how my son did on his spelling test today?
  • What is that guy next to me doing here?   He has a bible.  Maybe he’s a pastor, too?  He seems much more chill than me.
  • I need to check our financial reports for the church.  I think giving is up!
  • If I leave here soon, I could get in a short workout at the gym before I go home.  Decisions, decisions.
  • I need to prepare a short message for our special worship night on Friday.  What should I say, Jesus?
  • Crap.  Did I get childcare for Friday night?  

This is the life of a Work Mom.  Always pulled in 1,000 different directions, constantly deciding who needs what and how quickly we can accomplish it.  And as a Pastor-Work-Mom, I have the unique challenge of working in a male-dominated field.  Here, we see that Work Moms and Work Dads tend to carry very different loads.

I’m a Mom.  I’m a Pastor.  My work life bleeds into my home life all of the time.  I’m just doing my best to enjoy the life I’ve created and love the people who are on the journey with me.  Blessings to you Work Moms, wherever you are.  The world needs you!