In our first year of marriage my wife worked double shifts waiting tables and I made $1000 a month doing “ministry”.
She worked, she sweated, she worried about our bills. She worried about us.
I didn’t work and I didn’t worry. I sat at Starbucks everyday reading books, magazines and my Bible… because I was called to “ministry”.
I put my marriage and my wife’s mental stability aside for my own desires.
Why did I do it?
I forgot that my first call of ministry, every husbands first priority of ministry is his family.