Today is a crappy day. It’s Wednesday. I have a hate on for Wednesdays. And not just because Wednesday is hump day or its snowing outside.
Hey, it’s Jocelyn. This is my first post on REVwords. It’s been a long time coming, but I’m worth waiting for.
Wednesday wasn’t always in my bad books.
I used to look forward to Wednesday.
As a matter of fact I spent many summer days preparing for Wednesdays in September. You see, part of my pastoral role at North Pointe Church revolved around Wednesdays and women’s Bible studies.
I loved the prep work, studying, making lesson plans, creating a theme, shopping for just the right table decorations to fit the theme, and bringing creativity to the process. There was the happy anticipation of 200 plus women who would come together morning and evenings on Wednesdays and study the Word of God.
I lived for Wednesdays from September to December and February to April.
The responsibility and challenges fulfilled my life. Wednesdays brought joy to my being. I loved the challenge of memorizing scripture, whether verses, chapters or whole books from the Bible. It was thrilling seeing “a-ha” moments in a woman’s life when she discovered a new thought or when scripture came to life for her.
I loved listening to seasoned leaders sharing their life experience with their table group. I loved championing rookie leaders as they tried new things. Drawing out abilities a woman never knew she had.
I loved the chitchat around the tables and that we prayed for and with each other.
Wednesdays are what I lived for.
I Believe in Yesterday Wednesdays
And today is Wednesday and I gave all that up.
I didn’t know how hard releasing what I loved would be.
Or how empty I would feel.
Certainly not how long I would grieve the loss of friends and purpose.
I believe in yesterday Wednesdays.
Well-intentioned voices tell me to “move on,” “let go,” “just find something else to do”. I wonder if they also say the same things to those who grieve the death of a loved one?
A Right Fit
I know. I know. It’s all good and caring advice. But I can’t replicate or replace what was with a reasonable facsimile. There are leadership invitations I’ve declined.
I did what I did because I knew it was what God wanted for me. You can’t manufacture a right fit.
So here I sit with my Bible open in front of me, writing out the book of 1st John in preparation to commit it to memory.
It’s what I do.
The repetition of the truth soaks into my spirit, and informs my will of what to do.
It feels right.
And just maybe this crappy Wednesday will end on a better note then when it started.
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