Winds-day

(shout out to Lisa for the Iowan pronunciation of this post's title :)

 

This is how my Wednesday is ending.  Fabulously.  But the best part is, that is far from the high of my day.

It might be too soon to say, seeing how I’ve only had two here so far, but I think Wednesday is my current favorite day of the week.  Last semester Monday was probably my favorite day, complete with Chapel break prayer, Science Sem (haha…that’s meant to be a joke J) staff meeting with the Dream Team, and Bible study with the beautiful Third Tib girls.  This semester I think it’s Wednesday.

Wednesdays begin with my Spiritual Formation class.  Our prof is an incredible, wise, caring woman of the Lord.  Today I felt like she was looking straight into my soul; God is already using her and the words she brings to us to break down walls I didn’t even know were standing and to open my heart more towards Him.  After class I make my way back to the apartment with the other girls and we have lunch before heading out to Spanish.  Today my lunch was a sandwich made on a roll from the bread shop down the street.  We already love that place.  Then we go off to Spanish, where we are daily more equipped to engage with a culture full of Spanish speaking children of God (I have to tell myself things like that so I keep studying…but for real, I’m learning a ton).  Today Abby and I stayed by Spanish school and read at the Magic Bean (a cute, very American, coffee shop) for an hour before heading home – I’m hoping this might become a Wednesday tradition too.  Wednesday evenings we gather at either the guys’ or girls’ house for chapel, which begins with a DELICIOUS meal.  Afterward dinner we spend time worshipping together, reading God’s word, and hearing a reflection from one of our leaders.  It kind of reminds me of Laundry Room worship in the Tib Crib.  Tonight during singing we were prompted to turn to the person next to us and speak a word of truth or encouragement to them; this immediately turned into an extended time of beautiful encouragement and prayer with and for each other.  It was beautiful to see the Spirit move in such an obvious way among our group, and to see this community embrace and support one another in a way deeper than we have thus far.  I’ve been waiting with expectation for that.  And now I’m back home drinking blackberry tea (in a mug I swiped from the boys’ house because I really liked it), savoring a chocolate kiss, and eating popcorn in the living room.  I have reading to do, and there’s always more vocab to learn, but my heart is feeling full tonight, my spirit is feeling encouraged, and my soul is feeling blessed to have been in a place where God’s Spirit was moving my spirit. 

Looking forward to more Wednesdays in this place.