My Calling. 🙂

Yesterday, I inadvertently caused a big brouhaha (I just love that word!) on my blog’s Facebook page when I shared some verses that helped me. I try to be real on this blog, but it’s often a fine line to walk between being real and letting it all hang out, so to speak. I want to be real about myself, while never giving opinions of others. I tried to do that yesterday. I emailed the status I had written to my husband for his approval and he gladly gave the “OK”. There was nothing in the status that I would not openly say to a single person on this planet face-to-face.

A critic informed me on that post that “God called your husband, not you.”

God called my husband, not me….is that right? So today, I want to consider my calling.

I fell in love with my husband about 16 years ago, knowing that he was called to preach and pastor. We were married seven years before he became a full time pastor, but he had been involved in part time ministry from day one. I couldn’t care less about his occupation. He could be a ditch digger and that would be fine with me! He’d be the handsomest, most amazing ditch digger on the planet! I just wanted to be with him. On January 2, 1998, God called me to my husband. My calling is Terry Basham, II. This is found in scripture, see Genesis 2:24.

My grandmother married a farmer. She was deeply in love with my grandfather. He was a tractor salesmen for International Harvester after they married. They bore six children, one of whom was my mother. My grandfather was so intelligent and such a wise manager, that he became a millionaire. My grandmother milked cows and gardened. She fed cattle. When a fire took some of their property, she was along side her man, working to re-build and re-plant. Was she called to be a farmer? No. She was called to be with Allen. Whatever he did, she did. Did she always agree with him? No, I don’t think so, but she served faithfully and lovingly until I sat by her side as she took her last breath. One reason granddad did so well, was because my grandmother was so frugal. I remember her for her chocolate pie – it was the best in the world. She raised six of the greatest people you’d ever meet. Tractor salesman or farmer, banker or ditch digger, Nona loved Allen and that was that. What he did, she did, and she loved it because she loved him.

Euclid’s first common notion says that two things which equal the same thing, also equal one another. If I am called to Terry, and Terry is called to the ministry, then I, too, am called to the ministry. If Terry is called to farming, then I am, also. If Terry is called to be a soldier, then I am involved in that as well. Obviously, I am not the pastor, nor would I be in the Army if he were, but I care about what he does simply because I care about him. I know many women who cannot handle the ministry – it’s hard getting criticized. Even though I am not the pastor, I seem to receive my share of insults. But that’s okay. I am called to Terry. I also have a great resource to guide me and help me – God’s Word. He is with me and Terry is with me.

So let the critics roar!

4 thoughts on “What Is My Calling?

  1. Lori says:

    Very well said! I wrote something similar about my husband's ministry last year because of being questioned about me being a part of it. It's sad that there are many church members who believe the pastor's wife is to put the church before her husband and family. I'm praying for you all and your move. 🙂


  2. Victoria says:

    You have great insight about the calling of a wife. Thanks so much for sharing, and I agree with you!


  3. Sonja says:

    Beautifully written. Every young wife should read this! Thanks for sharing


  4. Tanya says:

    Hi, Valerie! I haven't been around lately, but what a blessing to log into blogger and see your blog there beckoning me to visit : ) This is so beautifully written… Truly encouraging to my heart at this particular time; thank you. I'll be praying for you and know that I'm thanking our Father tonight for you.. You are a beautiful inspiration! xo



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