Sometimes I feel like I’m not really an adult because 90% of my life is spent with teenagers. And quite frankly, dear friends, I love it that way. It’s hard not to compare my life to other adult friends, to see how many real-live-grown-ups they have over for dinner on a regular basis. I convince myself that I’m missing the mark. After all, we don’t have adults over very often – definitely not as often as a ministry couple should.
Or should we?
Who am I to try to rearrange the life God has called me to live? The one where I have 12 teenagers over for 2 hours every Monday afternoon, for a thing called Book Club, but where it becomes a time to laugh and love and be together. Or the one where I look forward to my Thursday nights, when a group of 5 dear high school girls cozy up on my couches, drink tea together, and share the deeper aspects of life as a godly girl. Or the spur of the moment mornings when we invite the whole slew of teens to come over for pancakes. Or how every Sunday morning, right after church, I fly out the door to unlock my house so our teen Sunday School class can pile in and enjoy learning and eating and listening in a more comfortable environment? (My house is NOT big people. It’s actually quite tiny. But I’ve had as many 18 teens squeeze into the living room and dining room.) Oh, right! And every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday afternoons I have student after student (and sometimes their friends and a lot of times their families) filing in and out of my living room for piano lessons. And let me tell you that my job as a piano teacher is SO MUCH MORE than a job. It’s a joy, a ministry.
Am I more comfortable hosting teenagers in my home than adults? Yes. Does that mean I’m behind in my duty as pastor’s wife? No. Am I strange for having honest-to-goodness inhibitions about having “grown ups” over versus teens? Perhaps. Do I need to get over that? Maybe.
But I’m gonna go ahead and say with absolute freedom and conviction that I am proudly fulfilling the role Christ has called me to – which, for now, is ministering to teenagers. And call me crazy, but I love ’em.