I have never been a Baptist before.
My mother raised us kids in a non-denominational church. I joined a Presbyterian church in college.
I married a Southern Baptist. My husband (and deacon) baptized me in the New River last summer and I joined my (new) beloved church family shortly thereafter.
Since then, I have joined the ranks of Southern Baptist women in this part of the country I now call home and have been educated in the historical significance of being a Southern Baptist Woman and Deacon's Wife. And lemme tell ya, ladies, it is quite the undertaking. I had no idea how important I was going to be in the grand scheme of things...the lovely ladies I made friends with when Aaron Ray and I were dating/engaged showed me by example what kinds of things I could do to contribute to the day to day/month to month workings of the church...but, goodness gracious...there are a million things to do!
My first try at contributing to a church event came up not too long ago....I agreed to be part of "Family Night Dinner" which happens once a month and all I needed to do was bring a main dish, side dish, dessert, and help set up/break down the fellowship hall. No big deal, right? Well...when I agreed to help, I didn't realize that I'd also be on call that day...
Which means that my Southern Baptist Woman and Deacon's Wife score for that day was about a 70 out of 100. Not an altogether fail, but not that great either - between calls I made some "semi-homemade" strawberry shortcakes for dessert, corn from the freezer section (that I shamelessly microwaved 15 minutes before I brought it to the church) and had Aaron Ray pick up fried chicken from KFC. I helped set up for about 20 minutes before I got called out, missed the dinner altogether, and Aaron Ray had to do my share of the dishes afterward while I did a c-section on a Beagle.
The worst part of it all is, I actually like to cook, I'm good at it, and I would have gladly done every dish in the place to show everyone how grateful I am to be part of this community.
The best part of it all is, I have a husband who will pick up the KFC and do the dishes afterward...and I think the contribution I make that people are most excited about are the stories I tell...it's pretty awesome that I can entertain people just by telling them about what I did this weekend:
1. Survived torrential rains and a mudslide on Saturday morning
2. Learned how to play Yahtzee with a couple other Deacons and their Wives
3. Met a client at a local fire station so I could treat their goat who was having a vaccine reaction
4. Impressed my husband with some not-so-country-home-cooking
5. Followed up dinner with a date down at the barn with Aaron Ray and some heifers who will hopefully have calves in 9 months thanks to my endearing, proficient in Artificial Insemination, husband.
6. Enjoyed springtime in the mountains