Over the past two years of serving in youth ministry with my husband, I’ve had some very random tasks and responsibilities to handle. I’ve walked all through Walmart looking for specific colored pool noodles. I’ve blown up inflatable astronauts and aliens. I’ve walked out of Kroger with 32 cans of whipped cream. And I’ve filled squirt bottles with powdered paint. It’s the furthest thing from boring to be married to a youth pastor.

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