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My Random Journal Day post:
I opened a light blue spiral ringed journal today and the words immediately gave me a picture of my normal mornings back in April 2003. One of the best secrets about journaling and about words recorded on paper is that you can be transported instantly to another time and place with all the moods, sounds and feelings of the day you put those words down.
My mornings in 2003 were all about setting an atmosphere. I would arrive at the large church complex every Tuesday through Friday early in the morning, usually second only to the janitor. I would turn on office lights as I moved from the main office and up the stairs to the classroom where Hubs and I taught our small ministry school.
The entire goal in that early morning quiet moment was to prepare a place. Hubs and I would walk slowly around the room, opening windows, straightening chairs and praying softly. I remember standing at one of the big windows overlooking a creek and asking God to come and meet us there that morning as He had so many times before. But each new day was just that, a brand new day. And you never knew what was ahead of us in the next hours as hungry students slowly arrived and joined our song.
We were preparing a place for God and preparing a place for the people who had set aside their jobs, homes and careers to spend 9 months seeking Him and learning to know Him at a whole new level. God wanted to be there and the students wanted to be there, all we had to do was prepare the place; to facilitate this beautiful meeting!
Part of my job description at the ministry school included administration duties, so on these mornings of preparing the place, I battled with setting aside the nagging and never-ending little tasks involved in running a school like this. I had to "turn off" the concerns about enrollment, unpaid tuitions and problems with student housing.
So I was also "preparing my place" wasn't I? I knew that each student who walked through the door was also carrying worries, concerns and fears. I needed to put my stuff aside so that they would be able to walk into a place that allowed them to let their stuff fall from their shoulders easily and swiftly.
One of my favorite delights was watching the sweet transformation happen before my eyes again and again. In they would trudge, some with bed-head, others with worry filling their eyes. Within that first hour of simple worship and adoration of Father God, we would see the change in their demeanor and countenance.
The place had been prepared. God met students and students met God. So simple and uncomplicated.
Now, today as I tap these words while savoring the sweet memory of those mornings, I wonder....I wonder if I have forgotten how to "prepare a place". Could this house, this family room be just as rich in His presence each day if I began the way I so diligently began those school mornings? So simple and yet so hard.
I hear you Father.
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