A Scate Lesson
My earliest memories of my childhood include my mother, brother and me. Us three braving and navigating this world that seemed so large to such a young child. As a child of a single mother who was also a business owner, she depending heavily on the kindness of others in the way of helping her rear her children. Because of it, I have unforgettable fond memories with my grandmother, aunts and uncles, and cousins.
But there was another invaluable pair that committed their time during their early years of marriage to help raise a little Candace and Tony.
As the month began, I knew there were specific things I wanted and needed from the Lord. In a small still voice, the Holy Spirit reminded me of Habakkuk 2:2–3.
Then the Lord replied: “Write down the revelation and make it plain on tablets so that a herald may run with it. For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay.
I obeyed. I grabbed a purple ruled post-it pad and began to write down what I needed from the Lord — how I wanted to see Him move in my life and what I’d hoped to accomplish.
Last week, I interviewed for one of seven positions I’d applied for at my current institution for internal transfer. My confidence lies in the talents and skills God blessed me with and the favor He continually gives. This week, I was offered and accepted the position. Late last night, I was contacted by another department regarding a position I applied for and offered the opportunity to discuss the role. Although I have already committed to the first job offer, I wanted the opportunity to introduce myself and discuss my decision to accept a different offer in person.
I began my commute and began to think about the young married couple who sacrificed so much to help my mother raise my brother and I.
I can vividly remember the weekend spent in a small apartment in Norwood Court. I remember the coziness of the house and the love that consistently filled the air. One day, I noticed pictures from magazines adhered to the wall with scotch tape. Not in a frame, but taped. These images appeared in nearly every room of the house. Slowly, those things started to appear in their lives and the pictures came down.
I didn’t know it then, but I know it now. They wrote their vision, made it plain and put it upon their walls for all to see.
I’m grateful for many memories with them. They have taught me so much and they don’t even know it.
Thank you Mrs. Harriette and Mr. John Scates😘