He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him. Psalm: 126:6
My first year in college was not what I expected.
Leaving home and traveling from Philadelphia to North Carolina was a major leap of faith for me.
My maternal grandmother from the time I shared with her that I was going to college in the south, constantly insisted that I didn’t need to go “down south” to get an education because there were several colleges right in our neck of the woods.
But, I was not hearing it.
I wasn’t nor would I ever show disrespect to my grandmother. She meant the world to me. It was just that I knew in my heart that staying home and commuting to college would be just like going back to high school.
The truth of the matter was that I wanted to meet new people and learn more about the world and that wasn’t going to happen if I just stayed close to home and played it safe.
The day of my departure, my grandmother made sure I got on the Greyhound Bus with my luggage and a bright red trunk.
This would be my very first trip traveling alone to parts unknown.
As I sat on the bus, my grandmother stood staring at me from the curb. I knew she didn’t want to see me leave but this was my life now and I had to trust God in the decision.
My arrival at the bus terminal in Raleigh was simple enough. I had more than enough money to cover for a taxi to take me directly to the campus.
As the taxi pulled in front of the dormitory, I took a deep breath and hoped for the best.
I was blessed to have several upperclassmen assist me with my luggage and trunk.
When I entered my dorm room for the first time, there stood my new roommate with her parents. They were warm and friendly and were chatting away.
As the days rolled into weeks, than months, the first year of college came to an end. I had succeeded in staying the course.
While at home for the summer break, one day I took a walk around the neighborhood.
Just as I was prepared to cross the street, a rider on a bike came alongside of me. I knew him very well. He was one of the older teens from the neighborhood that never completed school and often found himself in trouble.
He greeted me with a smile and asked what I was up to of late.
I shared with him that I was now in college and home for the summer break.
Then, right out of nowhere, he said.
“I knew you would make it. You always were smart. Keep going on.”
Just like that, he sped up and rode down the street.
As I continue with my walk, his words pierce me deeply.
Little did he know how profound his encouragement was to me, even after all these many years.
You see, I have found in life that the usual suspect in encouraging you isn’t always going to be the teacher or a successful businessman or woman.
But, it will most likely be the one everyone has written off in life, yet, these are the ones with unlikely inspiration, who water the seeds laying in fertile souls, yet, they themselves may never get the opportunity to enjoy the harvest.
In Him Alone
The Counterfeit Christian
2015 The Year of Our Lord