What did you think your life would look like?
If you ask me, I used to dream of a stable life. I thought I’d marry someone with a steady job.
In fact, I was dating someone like that. He was a software engineer. He had so much potential to earn well and give me the kind of life I thought I wanted: secure, comfortable, maybe even a little luxurious. I imagined a marriage filled with travel, ease, and not too many responsibilities.
But God had other plans.
He called that same man into the ministry. And now… I’m a Pastor’s wife.
And though this life looks nothing like the one I planned…
…it’s more joyful, more fulfilling, more humbling, and more simple than I ever imagined.
I never thought I’d be here— still writing (by God’s grace), still dreaming, but living a life that’s so very different.
Being a Pastor’s wife isn’t easy. The demands are draining. The duties are exhausting. You are always seen. Always expected to give. To smile. To serve.
And yet…
I’ve never been this happy. So joyful. So free—even with so many restrictions and so many eyes watching. So content—even without the things I used to dream of.
What changed?
I’m not even sure.
Maybe it’s falling more deeply in love with God every single day. Maybe it’s falling in love with the people. Maybe it’s being humbled again and again and again.
Or perhaps, I’ve changed.
I used to be so introverted—always taking the corner seat, head down, hiding.
And now I find myself smiling at people first, calling them by name when they’re trying not to be seen, lighting up when I see a familiar face.
It’s weird. At least, for someone so introverted like myself.
My daily life is simple. Sacred.
I work from home, and I love it. It means I get to do life side by side with my husband—and that alone feels like one of my greatest blessings.
We argue, sure—but somehow, we end up more in love every time. And I keep finding new corners of our love I hadn’t seen before.
We live out that love every day in our small rented house that’s nothing fancy, but nothing short of home. I bump into him constantly—which means more hugs, more kisses, more laughter.
Maybe it’s because God is here with us. That changes everything.
My daily routine includes keeping the house clean (or at least I try to 🙂). I spend quiet mornings in God’s Word. I prepare Sunday School lessons with a joy that surprises even me. I write for different brands.
Sometimes, I just sit still and look out at the sky through our beautifully wrap-around terrace.
We live on the second floor, and from here, I can see the mountains. The sunsets feel like a painting God made just for us.
At night, the stars are clear. And sometimes, the moon rises slowly—beautifully—like it’s reminding me that even the dark can be lovely. It’s so beautiful. I can’t ever get over how stunning the moon is 🌙
These quiet, ordinary moments…they hold a kind of wonder I never knew to look for.
We still have struggles.
The hardest is waiting for a baby.
It’s been four years…and it remains our greatest prayer.
But still, we trust. Still, we give everything to God—even when we don’t know what’s ahead.
Because I’ve learned something: Joy is not found in having everything you planned. Sometimes, the life you didn’t plan turns out to be exactly where you were always meant to be.
How about you? Have you ever ended up somewhere you never expected only to realize it was exactly where you were meant to be?
