Lesson3: Writing Exercise—Conversation with Bill
The gloom that hung on my shoulders weighed on my footsteps as I approached the steps to the subway in busy downtown Buffalo. Time to go out and job search again, not to mention finding a new place to live, but looking up I saw a familiar face with a gentle smile. He was one of the men from the transitional house I was staying at. We had introduced each other, though the men and women were not supposed to converse. Coming up the steps, his compassionate eyes fixated on my negative demeanor.
“Um, Ok, I guess. Things are hard—you know.”
“Yeah.” His smile lingered as his eyes shyly swept over me from top to bottom, as if he was oblivious to his own situation.
Putting his hands into his trench coat pockets, his expression suddenly changed to intense concern.
“Can—I—ask you a question?”
“Do you pray?”
Uh—yeah, sometimes, I guess.”
“Have you ever asked God what his will is for your Life?”
“My mom talks about that! What does that mean?”
“His direction for you. Pursuing what he wants you to do.”
“No,” I said, shifting rather uneasily. Although it did intrigue me. “How do I do that?”
“Tonight before going to bed, think about this day and the events that took place. Get on your knees and thank Him for everything that happened, whether good or bad. Tomorrow when you wake up, get on your knees again and ask Him to show you what His will is for the day. Then throughout the day, check in with Him every so often just by a brief thought. Tomorrow night before going to bed, get on your knees again and thank Him for the day. If you keep doing that, you will eventually come to know how He speaks to you and how He is leading you.” He then paused for a moment.
“Are you interested in trying it?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Yeah,” I said, feeling myself come to life.
“Good. Let me know how it works out. I have dish washing duty tonight so when you bring your dishes over from your side I’ll pass you a note and share some more things that have helped me. Take it to your room and read it and write one back to me. Bring it to dinner with you. Then maybe we can talk some more. “
I wasn’t scared of him. I was also desperate for direction. Bill and I became fast friends and he was able to help me understand the disease of addiction that gripped the guy I had been seeing. In his letters he wrote a lot about 12 step recovery groups and even invited me to one. Mostly I was interested in my relationship with God to grow, and it did. I was eventually led out of Buffalo and began an exciting new life.