My Husband the Preacher

I am awful when it comes to any kind of public speaking. I get so nervous when I have to talk to large groups or people I don't know. My knees knock and my feet sweat and my Texas drawl suddenly increases by 50% and I sound like a complete idiot. Sometimes I even swallow my spit wrong and end up choking in mid conversation. It is ridiculous and always happens at the most inopportune times.

My husband, however, is a preacher through and through. He is incredibly good with words. I think I frustrate the tar out of him when we get into fights, because I try and resolve things by ignoring him and cleaning things. My method of conflict resolution does not fly with my preacher husband - we have got to talk it out until we have fixed the situation. I so appreciate his ability to articulate emotions so clearly; it makes our marriage better off because of it.

I love listening to him teach. Sometimes super smart people are horrible communicators, but I think Ty is the exception. Since I oversee the early childhood ministry at church, I hardly ever get to hear him preach or teach at church on Sunday mornings (I am too busy dealing with whatever crisis is happening in the early childhood ministry - exploding poop, broken check-in systems, mommy-missers, etc.). But I truly get to be Tyler's first audience! He often has me proofread his class handouts or evaluate his sermon's introduction. Sometimes I am not very helpful, but I am so glad he values my critiques. Or maybe he is just looking for some extra kisses from his Sweets to keep him going while he has to spend all day studying...Either way, I am happy to help!

Never heard Tyler teach? Look at this blog post he just wrote about men that suffered by proclaiming the name of Jesus and you'll understand why I think he is so great.