That Little Room
But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
~Matt. 10:30
When I was a child, one of my favorite classes I attended once a week was a class in religion. We would gather in a very small room, arranged with three rows of desks and chairs. Those of us from the orphanage always managed to sit in the front of this particular class. The kindness and gentleness of this young teacher drew us to her like a magnet. There was something special about her.
Her name has long escaped me but the memory of this young woman will always be with me. She would pull out a guitar and teach us beautiful songs about this man called Jesus. At times, the sound of the children’s voices singing, still echos in my heart today. She would tell us stories from the scriptures of all that this young man accomplished, his passions, and all that he suffered. She would tell us that this man was the son of God and he came to this earth for each and every one of us. After each class, she would look at each of us intently, telling us that we are loved by him.
During those moments, I would feel embarrassed and my face would turn red.
I remember sitting and listening intently to every word she spoke. I remember trying to read her to see if she really believed what she taught. I remember seeing the tears in her eyes as she spoke gently, yet with such passion and conviction. I would then go home, trying to find a little spot all to myself so I could weep as I tried to comprehend all that she had told us. I remember wondering if this man, this Jesus, really was aware of who I was. Could that really be? Was that really true?
I now know that it was in those early days that God awakened my heart. It was as though there was holy, anointing oil that had been poured on us. Words cannot explain the mystery that I felt in that little room. The warmth and the love that I felt there was something I had never felt before. I do not know if this gentle, yet powerful arousing stayed with the other children. I do know it was the beginning of an awareness of God in my heart. It brought hope to my heart and it was an anchor that went deep into my very soul. God’s loving hands had touched my very being and I felt Him smile at me. Many years would pass, with many obstacles to overcome before I would once again come face to face with this holy God. It was a meeting that would change my life forever.
I have noticed that key people are placed in our lives to touch us, or perhaps, we are allowed to touch them. Those are divine relationships, making an imprint on our hearts that can never be forgotten.
I have been fortunate that I have had such key people in my life. For each and every one of them, I am deeply, deeply thankful.
Viola Jaynes
