My “Not A Pastor’s Wife” Pair of Shoes

Written by:  Dcs. Heidi Goehmann
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But now, O LORD, you are our Father;
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we are all the work of your hand.     Isaiah 64:8

I have this pair of shoes.  I love them.  I was forced to buy them in one of the best bridesmaid purchases of all time.  The are hot pink leather and wonderful.  The heel is a good three inches.  They are freakishly comfortable for their height, and they are completely impractical.  The make me feel like a princess and a rock star all at the same time.  Every time I wear these shoes I get compliments without fail.  They are a seriously great pair of shoes.

Heidi-Shoes-BlogI wore these shoes out, for my husband’s benefit, on our 15th wedding anniversary, just last May. The plan was dinner and jewelry.  This year demanded a mark of celebration in the form of refined diamonds – formed deep within the Earth, under heat and pressure.  A fair representation of God’s work in us over the last few years.  We had made it fiercely through a difficult season, holding hands, and building one another up, by God’s mercy and grace.

We walked into the jewelry store.  We had a clear cut budget and a hip jewelry salesperson who understood our language…unique and understated, please.  Atypical.  Her name was Jaime and I’ll never forget her.  She gave me one of the seemingly greatest compliments I’ve ever know.

“You don’t look like a pastor’s wife!”

Jaime’s words set my heart on fire with an elated sense of worth and appreciation.  But why?  Why was this compliment so valuable to me?  It didn’t even make sense.  I LOVE being a pastor’s wife!  Why would I want someone to recognize that I don’t look like one?!  Why does it matter so much to me?

I looked at Dave and told him, “It’s not just me.  Most pastor’s wives I talk to desperately want to ‘look like something else.’  Why is that?  What’s wrong with ‘looking like a pastor’s wife?”

It took me 8 months to circle around to a conclusion:

NO ONE WANTS TO BE PUT IN A BOX.
NO ONE WANTS TO BE GENERALIZED.

We want desperately to be kept outside of a category.  While being in a group is fun and special, being seen as an individual, with unique thoughts and contributions, unique and valuable words and actions, this is an important part of who we were made to be.

Being part of the body of Christ is our reality, ordained by God.  He sees us as chosen “people” not just a chosen person.  He sees us as members fit together as parts, working together, striving together.  But he also sees each of those parts very much as valuable pieces of clay, molded and made by Him, set apart for every good work, individual testimonies giving glory to Him, shining His light.

It’s common in “pastor’s wife world” to claim you are atypical.  I’m not like those other pastor’s wives.  I don’t dress like them, play the organ like them, talk like them,” we say.  But in order to change this perception that there is a “perfect pastor’s wife” or even a “typical pastor’s wife,” we have to change our own language.

There is no typical in God’s economy.  Period.  When we look at those around us and group people into categories, no matter how useful –

Millennials, jocks, engineers, the mentally ill, artists…

We stop seeing the individual.  We turn back into our eighth grade selves, careful of what tables we sit at, and who we invite over.  It changes not only us, but our ministries as well.  There is no typical pastor, just as there are no typical computer software specialists, secretaries, or cashiers.  And there are certainly are no typical seminary wives or pastor’s wives.

Jesus has the perfect picture of the pastor’s wife in His Word.  Psalm 64:8 proclaims that we are all the work of His Hand.  Psalm 139:14 declares that work as wonderful, each of us – wonderful.  Song of Songs 1:15 calls us beautiful, simply as His creation.

And so, I embrace my crazy awesome shoes and wear them with a bit of pride for my solid fashion sense (ha!).  I click around happily in them, looking forward to my night on the town, but firmly knowing they have absolutely nothing to do with my identity.

Sneakers, flats, flip flops or heels…non of it has to do with who I am as a wife that loves my husband and loves Jesus even more.

And so I responded to Jaime’s compliment, “Thanks!  I don’t think there really is a cookie cutter pastor’s wife.  I do hope you get a little Jesus when I’ve left here today though.”

Because in all of it.  That’s all that matters.  Jesus proclaimed by every step of my three inch heels.

10 thoughts on “My “Not A Pastor’s Wife” Pair of Shoes

  1. Melissa Hower

    “NO ONE WANTS TO BE PUT IN A BOX.
    NO ONE WANTS TO BE GENERALIZED.”

    “Because in all of it. That’s all that matters. Jesus proclaimed by every step of my three inch heels.”

    You’re so right, Heidi. What an inspirational and refreshing read…ps, I like heels too! 😉

    1. Heidi Goehmann

      Hi Valerie! Thank you for taking the time to read and the encouragement. Just like Esther, we are called to our time and place in history to love on His people. It is still a marvel to me most days that He uses us!

  2. Kay Heilman

    I love those shoes and if I could still teeter on my 73-year-old ankles without causing myself serious injury, I would borrow them! It is my privilege and my honor to intimately know 2 awesome pastor wives, Heidi and Heather. Their hearts for Jesus it out there all the time in all that they do. (And there are a couple more soon-to-be pastor’s wives whose hearts are already in the right place). Jesus loves you just the way you are and so do I!

    1. Barb Wiechman

      Loved this article….we were all created unique and are so precious in God’s eyes. Praise God!

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