- We’re not natives. We don’t know where the grocery used to be, who is related to whom or went to school together, and we had no way of meeting the people who died before we arrived.
- My husband works Sunday morning. Please don’t ask where we’re going for the three day weekend; even though you’ll be gone, there will still be a worship service.
- Unless you never take weekend trips, don’t complain if we leave town in the middle of the week once in a while. That’s our “weekend.”
- We have family too. Unless they’re in the same state or the next one, we only have two or three weeks of vacation time to spend time with our aging relatives and try to get to know our small relatives.
- Don’t take our homeschooling personally. It has nothing to do with your local schools and everything to do with our ability to spend time together in spite of dad working weekends & evenings.
- Finally, we may love our new home, or we may suffer from homesickness. We’ll do our best to be polite, but don’t assume that we like it here just because you do.
(Please realize that this post is not written about any one person or congregation, but rather is a cumulative response to sixteen years of being a pastor’s wife as well as having dear friends who are pastor’s wives or otherwise outsiders in their community.)
