Conversations At The Ironing Board
I know many of you are probably wondering how in the world I got the name, “Conversations At The Ironing Board”. Well, when Sam and I got married I was very to new to this, “Church stuff”. I spent a lot of time asking God what I was supposed to do as a pastor’s wife, and I had several people telling me what I expected to do as a pastor’s wife. It led to a very confusing and stressful time for me.
One day while ironing I heard His voice. I was caught a little off guard. I was at the ironing board praying and thinking about the day when I felt in my heart that my thoughts were not my own but from God. As it happened, the only place I ever seemed to hear from God was at that old squeaking ironing board. I think it was because it was the only place I was quiet enough to listen.
The Ironing Board
The ironing board became the place where I went when I needed to hear from God. I even put a journal at the end of the board so that I could write down what He said. From this, and the many other ways I have experienced God speaking, I have written a book. This book has not yet been published so I wanted to start sharing some of these stories with you in the form of a blog.
I pray that as you read you will be inspired to seek God on a deeper level. I would love to know if there is a special place you spend with God? Share below in the comments.