The Fulcrum Chronicles

Here's the deal - I'm a pastor's wife...which as it turns out, means I'm married to a pastor. It hasn't always been that way, which is what has made our recent, ahem...transition... quite the ride.

Our journey from high-functioning corporate types to mid- functioning ministry types is littered with a couple of kids, wacky misadventures, interesting & flawed people and plenty of mistakes. It is not a perfect before and after story. “Before we were greedy and awful, and now we're not!” If I said it was, you’d log off and read Twilight again.

It's like a teeter totter. There's that point on the teeter totter where the plank balances. I'm no scientist or playground engineer, but I'm pretty sure that point is called the fulcrum. I like to think that's right where God is. Maybe smiling at us as we travel up and down, pushing off the ground with our feet, and then helping us out when we get trapped for an agonizing minute by the big kid on the other end, and maybe giving that kid a stern look. It's fun, scary, and slightly nauseating, but not a ride if we don't have the fulcrum.