Healing for Pastors’ Wives

A sacred invitation to move from exhaustion to renewal.

When the Doing No Longer Works

There comes a moment in every minister’s life when the doing no longer works. When effort, proving, and defending fall on deaf ears. There are moments when the apology falls short and there is nothing you can do about the gap between what was and what now is. Relationships fracture, seasons suddenly shift, and all you knew to be true slips through your fingers like a fading mist.

The prayers still rise, but they seem to go no farther than the ceiling. Worship has lost its ease, singing is devoid of joy. You remain in position, but there is only the shell of who you once were sitting on the front row. They said show up and you do. They said repent and it wasn’t enough.  

When Faith Meets the Wall

For me, that moment was the wall. The stage in The Critical Journey where my faith, my identity, and my ministry collided with the deep need for belovedness and belonging.

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The Late Loss of Innocence

I didn’t hit the wall early. I came to it late after years of faithfully serving, teaching, mothering, and believing that obedience alone would provide enough joy for the journey. My greatest eye-opener came during a spiritual formation course at Fuller Seminary:

I lost the innocence of my childhood faith much later in life than most people do.

Resentment, Grief, and Grace

That realization came with resentment for what I didn’t know. Resentment for the shame of realizing truths that were evident to everyone else but hidden to me. I grieved how long it took me to learn my safest place – the church – was no longer my safest place. I felt too green, too late, too slow to see.

It was there where I learned God’s healing doesn’t rush us through the wall. He waits with us inside it. What I once thought was failure became formation. What I once saw as delay became depth. 

Formation Beyond the Wall

It was the sacred rhythms of prayer, scripture reading, and retreating that carried my brokenness to a path of seeing where I fell short and how God desired a better version of me to serve. Now I stand on the other side of that wall with the wholeness to walk with other pastors’ wives past the moment that changed everything into a secure version of yourself that can stand in anything. 

A Sacred Pause for the Woman Behind the Ministry

Healing for Pastors’ Wives: Six Weeks to Wholeness is not another class to add to your schedule. It’s a sacred pause to make space for the woman behind the ministry. The one who carries the desires no one hears, who pours from a well that quietly needs refilling.

Together, we’ll move from exhaustion to renewal, from striving to spiritual wholeness, through honest conversation, guided reflection, and sacred rest.

Course Details

🕊 Schedule: Mondays, November 17 – December 22
🕖 Time: 7:00 PM (PST)
💻 Location: Zoom (link provided upon registration)

If you’ve ever wondered:

• What happened to the young woman I once was?
• What happened to the woman that served freely with joy?
• What happened to the hopeful expectation I brought to worship?

…then this is for you.

If you’ve felt resentment for what you didn’t know back then, or shame for what took you too long to see, this is your place of healing.

The same God who met you at the wall is now calling you to wholeness. Come and rest awhile.

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A Reflection Invitation: Meeting God at the Wall

A scripture to read: 1 Kings 19:1–13
Elijah was in a cave after having hit his wall and discovered God not in the wind, the earthquake, or the fire, but in the gentle whisper.

A question to ask: Where has God waited with me inside my wall? Not where He’s rescued me from it, but where He’s chosen to stay with me in it.

A prayer to pray: Lord, I come to You with the fragments of my faith. I come with my resentment for what I didn’t know, the shame for what I learned too late, and the ache of being too green to see. You do not rush me through my wall; You meet me inside it. Teach me to see formation where I saw failure and depth where I once saw delay. Let this season become my well of living water…where the woman behind the ministry finds her own renewal again. Amen.