I MARRIED THE PASTOR’S WIFE!
First off, I’m doing this post to celebrate my wife today (Yeah, it should be December 9, by the time you’ll be reading this, or so I hope) on the occasion of our anniversary. My heart is full of praise to God for having a home that is a haven, not an oven; a marriage that has been a trip, and not a trap. Thanks to God and thanks to Lola for making it happen!
As a single trying to mingle, one of my criteria then, for choosing a wife was: She must be ready to be a pastor’s wife! And did I get what I asked for? Even more! Olufunmilola Oluwafisayo, my one, my only! You are the favor I got from God.
You’ve been my friend and confidant for twenty-one years but 5 years ago, in the presence of many witnesses I pledged my love to you. If I have the chance again, I will do it a hundred times again. Only you could have borne with me the things we’ve been through together. And it is only getting better. I love you bad, baby!
With different gifts but similar strengths, living with you has changed me. I thought I was passionate, until I met this fiery Amazon. You challenge me like no other can. And you’ve always celebrated me and believed in me even when nobody else saw it. I’ll forever be grateful for the privilege, babe.
Whoever wrote this poem read my heart. This is to you, Olufunmilola.
There is one person in our church
Who knows our pastor’s life
Who weeps and smiles and prays with him
And that is the pastor’s wife.
The crowd had seen him in his strength
When wielding God’s sharp sword
As underneath God’s banner’s folds
He faced the devil’s horde.
But deep within her heart she knows
That scarce an hour before
She helped him pray the glory down
Behind the closet door.
She’s heard him groaning in his soul
When bitter raged the strife
As, hand in hand, she knelt with him
For she’s the pastor’s wife.
You tell your tales of prophet’s brave
Who marched across the world
And changed the course of history
By burning words they hurled.
And I will tell how back of each
Some woman lived her life
Who wept with him and smiled with him
She was the pastor’s wife.
It’s me, the only one who does stuffs like this: your very own Ayodeji. Happy Anniversary, love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!