I think there is something to be said for that first time you. . .walk into a new school, a new church, a new job, a new home or a new relationship. Each moment sticks with you as you grow up. Parents understand this all to well. They take their dear, sweet child off to school. They stand in the doorway – eyes fixed on their child's classroom door. They make that ever so long walk down the corridor, each glance inside classrooms returns the same gaze, the same thoughts — I am going to have to say good-bye to my child. Suddenly, there it is . . .duh, duh, duh. . .the classroom.
Each parent stands alongside the wall. . .each child clinging to the parent. . .some wrapped around the leg, some looking up at you with tears forming in their little eyes. They long for you to hold them, to not let go, to stay. . .but then the teacher comes. “Okay parents, its time to say good-bye. They will be here when you come back, I promise”.
It was long time ago when my parents made that walk. When they took me to that first kindergarten class. That first Sunday School class. I got older. And as I got older, I learned how to walk into rooms on my own. I learned to step bravely through the open doors that I encountered. Sometimes a bit nervous. Sometimes a bit clumsy. Sometimes a bit awkward, but I steadied myself.
Last night, I walked through another door. . .the Elder door. I walked into my first meeting. The youngest of all the wise men in the room. The single guy. I don't think you ever get over those first day jitters – no matter where you are. You replay in your head the comments, the decisions, the thoughts that you wrestle with as you assume new responsiblities, new charges, new calls, new goals.
When its all said and done, day one is complete – prayers need to go out, thoughts need to be conveyed, thanks need to be said, inspiration needs to be spread – these are the moments that make up my first day as an Elder.
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