Being married to a man who is CALLED

What is a call; I have sat and pondered about. I have heard this term so many times growing up. I've been reflecting on this very term in regards to the man I've decided to dedicate my life to in marriage seven years ago. I looked up the term "call" in the dictionary and a definition stood out and fit my particular thought; it is to summon to a particular activity, employment, or office. When my husband and I met, I knew he was different. In different, I meant from any man I have met or have come to meet in my life. He had dreams, plans, and just spoke of his "call" to be a minister which in turn he now does. He served young people with a passion I rarely see up close and with such conviction. I loved that about him. His energy was attractive and fiery. I pictured myself with him at speaking engagements and me being the dainty wife who is introduced as I politely stand and wave a hand (which I actually do at times -laughing) all jokes aside, that picture had a cost; one that I was not prepared for nor I realized I even wanted. As I was growing up, my parents struggled to make ends meet, yet there was never a shortage of love. I was the eldest and they made sure that my needs were met and even above that. Reflecting back bring tears to my eyes for my parent's sacrifice. Looking back, my parents sheltered me from the pains of life and did their best to keep the world's craziness from me. As most teenagers, I rebelled and ran towards the forbidden life. Why? I have no idea. Being young, crazy, and curious, I figure. A lot changed in my life after my mother was diagnosed with cancer and my dad had a stroke. There was this bizarre twist in what I considered life. I didn't think through my thoughts which only manifested in my actions. I then became friends with this guy, Henry. We didn't start our relationship romantically. We actually enjoyed talking and had a lot more in common than we thought. You see, Henry and I grew up together. I knew of him and considered him quite annoying. So our friendship was quite a surprise. He was so easy to talk to, he understood me and vice versa. Wow, typing this brought back good memories. I remember dropping him after one of our youth activities and just sitting in the car talking. One of the funniest memories I have of my husband is when he invited me to his house to have dinner. He was not pretentious or assuming. He was being hospitable and I thought that was cool. As I wrote this, the love I had for Henry advanced. As you may have guessed, this friendship turned into more and then we were married. I was excited with the thought of being married to a man that knew what he wanted out of his life. After seven years of marriage mixed with life, challenges, and lessons being married to Henry, who is called and just engages in his life's call, I have to say I have no regrets. My husband was called to share the love of Jesus with young folks. This is exciting, but a heavy cost for me as his wife. Am I complaining or seeking sympathy? No. I just keep thinking upon this subject and know that many other share in this contemplation. I remember the first day of having to attend my husband's speaking engagements. They were exciting and I was convinced of what he had to share. Then there was daily life where the rubber meets the road. Real life is not a speaking engagement or the emotions that those who receive a message can get into. This journey of being married to a called man has been adventurous and challenging to say the least.