Day Nine | Writing Prompt #1, Join Along!

Welcome to our first writing prompt! Did you set aside time this week to write? Share a link to your post (if you're a blogger) in the comments or (if you're not a blogger) share an excerpt of your writing below!

If you're new around here you can read this post for all the details. For the abbreviated version of the rules: every Thursday this month we'll be writing together. I'll provide the prompt every Thursday (at the bottom of the post), you'll have one week to write your piece, then link back up the following Thursday and share your writing with others participating!


Today's Prompt: In story format, write about a weekday you recently experienced. 

Tuesday morning started like any other. Except it would become a morning unlike any other. 

It all began when the alarm sounded in the dark of the night. 5:40am flashed across my blurred vision and my index finger promptly fumbled for the words that read snooze across the screen on my phone. By 6:00am I could no longer put off the inevitable. I threw back the covers, felt a rush of cold air, and made my to the bathroom. 

Come 7:00am, or just before, I found myself parallel parking our jeep near the university; I was banking on the traffic police not ticketing me for parking 10-minutes before 7:00am. Within the still halls of the student union I made my way to The Brew, a coffee shop typically bustling with students, but at this time of morning not a student was stirring. I ordered my usual, a medium coffee, black, half-calf and took my pick at the abundance of available tables.  

Shortly thereafter they arrived, unpacking their notebooks, bibles, and pens, armed with tumblrs, water bottles and the breakfast they would eventually eat. The last time we met we shared our stories. We laid our histories out on the table for one another, setting the stage for a semester to walk in vulnerable, honest, and authentic community together.

On this second meeting together, in the early hours of an unassuming Tuesday, we opened to John 16, the introduction of the Holy Spirit. What unfolded thereafter was an incredible hour reading and unpacking the person aspects of the Holy Spirit. They asked incredible questions and I saw in that brief hour a glimpse of the Spirit at work in their lives. The scripture coming alive before each of our eyes. I saw three women going deeper in their intimacy with the Lord and deeper in their intimacy with one another. And while the remainder of my Tuesday was filled, and I certainly arrived home with heavy and tired eyes, my heart and mind remained awake with the sentiments of my initial morning hours.

These moments continue to occur each and every week, without fail. And I've come to taking them as the not-so-subtle reminder - He chose me and not the other way around. He's chosen me, appointed me, and only through Him will I go and bear fruit. 

I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you. You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit—fruit that will last—and so that whatever you ask in my name the Father will give you.
— John 15: 15-16

Next Thursday's Writing Prompt: Fill in the blank "In this season..."