Journal Entry

This week for me was a stanch contrast to last week. God truly moved in ALL that I sought to accomplish. His divine hand guided me in all my endeavors. The reading this week paralleled my sentiments, regarding God, and going back to square one, which simply is the “word God.” And that’s exactly what I did this week, I went back to the basics.

My supervised ministry efforts this week were pretty bland. I taught the computer class, with one very excited student, and I sat with my supervisor trying to gain insight and wisdom on effective leadership and ministry. The one thing that did impact me, tremendously, which set the tone for my week, was my meeting on Monday. Because of my anxiety surrounding the unknown outcome of the meeting, I will expound on the events that occurred.

I must have rehearsed a thousand times what I was going to say and how I was going to say it. I rehearsed so much, I began to visualize the meeting. Monday came, I prayed fervently, asking the Lord to remove my thoughts and replace them with His will. Remove the flesh and allow the Spirit to manifest in my life. I walked into the room, greeted by my principal and vice-principal. My words to them were simply; pray form me, because my flesh is week. At times my pride consumes my thoughts and actions. As I walked into the conference room, preparing myself one last time for my rehearsed words, something happened. I began to feel a sense of peace and calm, which was invigorating. I listened to both mother and father and heard their allegations in regards to my treatment of their daughter. But the one thing that resonated in my mind, the one thing that lingered, was when I heard the father say, “My daughter thinks you don’t like her.” Wow, what...

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... didn’t know what you were going to say. It was only understandable for you to be angry…but when you apologized and displayed such humility it literally touched me.” I guess I write this not to boast about how I handled a situation; quite honestly, when asked by my mother and sisters how it went, I simply responded God is good. All went well. My oldest sister laughingly responded oh so you let Jesus take the wheel. And that is why it too has impacted me, because for the first time when confronted with a situation of that magnitude, I did let Jesus take the wheel. It was no longer about me, I removed myself from the equation. It was all about God. Which as Willimon expresses, is what we all need more of. This Christian walk “consists of what God says to us.” (Page 122) I am able to provide a testimony reflecting such; bearing witness to the goodness of God.