Minister’s Wife Monday | A Ride to Church

Ever feel like the demanding duties of being a preacher’s wife don’t actually matter to anyone?  

Maybe you’ve wondered lately if anyone ever notices.  

If anyone cares.  

If all the silent, secret sacrifices and efforts even matter. 

I’m here to tell you today that it does matter.  It all matters, greatly.  

Someone sees.  

Someone cares. 

You see, today I’m so very thankful for a “little” something that no one probably ever noticed…

I’m thankful for a ride to Church.

Not a ride for me, but for all those who wouldn’t have gotten there without someone else’s set of wheels.

A Ride to Church {does anyone even notice what I do?} Minister's Wife Monday @ Kristy's Cottage blog

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Someone like Keith Smith,

a 12-year old boy who was pestered to death by the neighbors until he finally agreed to ride with them to Church

Friendly persistence won out, and Keith finally accepted the invitation.  Because of this, he met Christ as his Savior and ended up attending Bible college, pastoring several churches, and spent the remainder of his life on the mission field in Latin America. 

Someone like Yvonne Lenhart,

a little black-headed girl, the middle of seven children whose parents ran a tavern, who rode to church every Sunday morning with friends. 

Yvonne became a believer in Jesus because of those weekly rides to Church.  Her entire family eventually came to the Lord… and stopped selling liquor. 

Someone like a little boy named Jeremy,

who rode the bus to Church every week until he was old enough to drive there himself. 

This same boy accepted Christ at the age of thirteen, and, with the encouragement of his pastor, attended Bible college and became a preacher. 

These examples may not seem very exciting or profound, but the impact of these lives have had eternal significance in my life.

You see, Keith Smith, the boy who became a pastor and missionary, was also my grandfather.  He and his wife (my grandma) raised four daughters in a Christian home, and one of their daughters is my mother

Because someone took the time to invite an unsaved twelve-year old boy to Church, I was raised in a Christian home.

Yvonne Lenhart, the little girl whose parents sold liquor for a living, grew up, married, and also raised her four children in Church… one of her sons is my dad.

Because someone took the time to bring a shy little girl to Sunday School every week, I was raised in a Christian home.

And the little boy named Jeremy?  Well, in case you haven’t already guessed it, that little kid who grew up and became a preacher also became my husband and the father of my children

Because someone took the time to pick up a tousled-haired little boy for Church, I am married to a godly man and my children are being raised in a Christian home.

We don’t live or die to ourselves. 

Our lives can leave a huge impact on the life- and future generations- of someone else. 

Something as simple as offering a ride to Church to a rowdy little neighbor kid may very well leave an impression for eternity.

Minister's Wife Monday @ Kristy's Cottage blog | a weekly column for pastor's wives

So, yes-

Someone sees. 

Someone sees all the little (and big) things you do to bless and build and serve the kingdom of God.

And He might just be using you to change someone’s world.

Stay faithful, sisters!  Stay faithful.

… your Father who sees in secret shall reward you openly.”

Matthew 6:6



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6 thoughts on “A ride to Church {does anyone even notice what I do?}

  1. Thank you for sharing these stories! I love hearing about how children matter, and so do things that “seem” insignificant.
    I grew up with a mom who was always giving rides to church; maybe someday I’ll get there. It is the children in our neighborhood who sit up and take notice of the difference in our lives, the adults not so much. My heart is for the children.
    Thanks again!

    Posted on August 18, 2015 at 11:25 am
    1. Mikki, how true… children’s hearts and eyes seem so much more “open” to spiritual things while they are young. That’s why it’s so important that they be reached with the Gospel during those tender years!

      My Christian heritage is living proof that those “inconvenient” rides to church make a huge, huge difference!

      Posted on August 19, 2015 at 6:32 am
  2. I’m weary and a bit weepy today after a full weekend, a big week ahead, and more that the Lord knows about. Your words have touched my heart, my friend! I have to keep reminding myself that He sees.

    Posted on August 17, 2015 at 11:29 am
    1. Sending hugs your way, Kristen… I love and appreciate you a lot!

      Yes, He SEES. Don’t be weary in well doing, my sister. xoxoxoxo

      Posted on August 19, 2015 at 6:33 am
  3. What a testimony of generational faithfulness! Excellent post and a good reminder to keep pressing on! Gal. 6:9 And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. Thank you Kristy!

    Posted on August 17, 2015 at 8:44 am
    1. Thank you for reading and commenting, Becky!

      Yes, I am definitely the blessed recipient of the faithfulness of many people who lived before me. Lord, help me to give forward!

      Posted on August 19, 2015 at 6:35 am