I'm not famous. I haven't spoken at massive rallies or inspired large crowds...to do anything. I'm just an average lady without any major accomplishments to my name. I have never really been much of anything, or anybody. I guess that's why I should write a book. Maybe I'm more relatable as a nobody! Can't you relate more to the run-of-the-mill, average, hot mess friend than the one with spotless, white carpet and shining stainless steel appliances without one fingerprint on them? Most Christian books I've read, especially those written by pastor's wives, are sweet, but unrelatable. These women seem to have it all together, captivating their audiences with their words of profound wisdom, and you have the hope that you, too, can achieve their perfection. Each time I read one of these sanguinely sweet books, I feel more defeated than encouraged. I can't live up to these standards. Books that are so full of ridiculous optimism and a sense of unearthly perfection. I aim for perfection. I strive for it. I dream of the perfectly decorated shabby chic home with everything in its place. I reach for the goal of defeating the colossal mountain of laundry, the eternal pile of dirty dishes; but alas, it defeats me every time. In fact, I dare say it not only defeats me, but it mocks me. Laughing at my languishing spirit. I endeavor to be the trophy pastor's wife; to achieve the best ratio of smiles to casseroles. But what happens when the pastor's wife sucks at making casseroles? Or when she doesn't feel like smiling when you tell her what a horrible job she or her husband is doing? This book is my attempt to bring some humor, truth, and a bit of hope, in a time when it's needed most. Stories taken straight out of the screenplay of my everyday life, to encourage you in yours.