Publisher's Synopsis
In the beginning stages of my life, I never thought I would date or marry a preacher or man of God. I honestly was never interested. I had my mind set on a 6'5 NFL football player, who I could travel with and get in all the games for free. I grew up in church, so I was no stranger to men and women of the cloth, but dating a preacher or man of God? Never. As I got older and got more involved in church, looking from the outside, I thought, "It must be a privilege to be with a man like that." I admired the first lady at the church where I grew up. She always smiled and hugged and made us feel welcomed. I never considered what might be going through her mind. I never considered the amount of sharing that lady has to do, or the smiles she has to carry in her back pocket for when she is feeling overwhelmed. I never thought about how she must have to manage home a lot by herself and cover the church when her man of God isn't there. Maybe, there is the young lady that is just dating a man of God, and she has to sacrifice certain things because she wants to support his ministry. Then, even after she has shown up to the service, at the end of the evening, her guy has to shake hands with everyone, then meet with the pastor of the church in the study for an hour, and she barely gets to wave at him. Or-maybe she goes through the typical situation where there are women who pretend to need to meet with the man of God but for all the wrong reasons. And of course, she has to slide one of those smiles out of her purse and glue it to her face like she doesn't know what is going on. Then, when she finally gets her man alone, he says, "It's just ministry, baby."
