Yeah... That's me and my hubby
Growing up, I was the PK (preacher's kid) well, technically, I was the PK's kid but my sister and I spent more time in our grandparents' care than our mother's so everyone around us assumed we belonged to them - and I suppose we did.
The Rev & Mrs J. DeBoer
Being the PK had its benefits you pretty much were a shoo-in for the sunday school perfect attendance awards... until you caught chicken pox or measles then you had to stay home.... and you were never late for church either.
But being the PK often means people assume you are perfect, have a charmed life, and never have problems. Well let me tell you - I have problems. I am NOT perfect. My life is far from charmed. Let me dispel some myths for you:
- I have never had the lead in a christmas play or church choir concert. Giving me such roles would have looked like favoritism so I was not allowed to have them.
- I don't have a special "Jesus telephone" or ATM. As nice as that would be, I don't have a special line for my prayers or bank account. I have had prayers seemingly go unanswered and my bank account has been overdrawn.
- I don't own a mansion or a cadillac and I did not grow up in the lap of luxury. I know, TV preachers make it look so easy, but the truth is that's not the reality for most preachers in this country. I lived in apartments, and not the good kind with a pool & play structure either, growing up and my grandparents never had a new car.
- My kids aren't angels! I know - that's a shock. But they are normal, everyday kids who do normal everyday kid things that make me crazy!
- I didn't marry a preacher! I married an everyday (kind of normal) Christian guy who sometimes sings at church.
- My faith/walk hasn't always been perfect. Why? Because I am not perfect. I have had doubts and I have fallen more than once.
This is my life, my perfectly imperfect life full of skinned knees and homework. Bandaids and Bookworms.
