My husband is currently serving as the Bishop in our ward. Some Sundays it’s hard to tell who is more tired at the end of the day – him or me! I always knew that the calling of Bishop was a hard, busy calling (and I think he’s doing a great job!!) but once I became a Bishop’s Wife, I gained a whole new appreciation for all the Bishop’s wives out there! Especially the ones with younger kids at home, like in our family. This is definitely not the easiest phase of life I’ve ever been in, and we may not be seeing all the blessings now, but I know Heavenly Father is aware of our sacrifices and the blessings will come.
While at church I sat and smiled
And watched my husband for a while
He took your tithing, shook your hands
Quietly listened to your plans
And then at 10, with humble heart
He took his seat so we could start
Then after prayers and three talks too
He once again shook hands with you
He chatted with the youth some more
Then walked with them there out the door
At 11:05 he started to teach
Listened kindly and didn’t preach
12 o’clock was time for home
But with our four I drove home alone.
For he must stay and meet with some –
We won’t see him until he’s done.
I’ve spent the day with our Four,
I got them ready and out the door:
Waited for shoes to all be found,
I’ve chased our toddler all around.
Calmed our deacon from his fright
Of passing the sacrament just right.
Combed the wild, tangled curls
Of our only baby girl
Rocked the baby as he slept.
And listened to your talk and wept
Grateful for the Savior more
Then I’ve ever been before.
Once my husband gets home too
We’ll read and study something new
Come Follow Me time for the week,
More like Christ is what we seek.
And with our toddler on his lap
My husband tries now not to nap.
Later after we all eat,
But before it’s time to sleep,
We snuggle up and watch a show.
Then it’s prayers and bed we go.
It’s goodnight to my Favorite Five –
I feel the luckiest alive.
Life’s not easy, no it’s not.
But I’m grateful for my lot.
Blessings come in many ways
Even on the hardest days.
We made it through another day,
Another crazy, busy Sunday.
This won’t always be my life
But for now, I’m the Bishop’s wife.