When our children started school, I set aside one morning a week for extended time with the Lord. After a few years I enlarged the time and reserved the hours they were in school for prayer and the Bible. Wednesdays were my date with Jesus. Sometimes I stayed home; sometimes I tucked myself away at an outdoor table or a booth at Wendy’s. I’ve had an empty-nest for years now and Wednesdays are again my day with God.
No two Wednesdays look the same. They are a date with a Person.
This morning I read in the Old Testament book of Judges, looking and listening. I wrote down my thoughts and prayers. In the afternoon I read in a book written by a British pastor in 1895 that I brought along. I took a walk, reviewed my goals, revisited some previous journal entries and ordered another chai-latte.
This morning I’m in Starbucks at the most remote table with my back to the world. Even so, I met Nick. He saw me with my Bible and asked if I was a pastor. Nick is a Catholic seminarian with seven years of training under his belt and two more to go. He is going on a five-day silent retreat and asked if I would pray for that time. His spiritual director will give him five verses each day. He will attend each verse for an hour.
Inspired by Nick, I asked my husband to assign me five verses for next Wednesday. Like Nick, I’ll devote an hour to each one. I love Wednesdays!