School Days Again 2

29 Oct

My Take

DiVoran Lites

 

On my way home after singing practice one day, I stopped at the bank. While I waited in my car for the transaction to be completed, I was looking down the street toward a school I was familiar with. I once took that very street every Tuesday afternoon to pick up a little girl who was in my Sunday School class. I’d take her to my house and help with her homework then take her home. That was several years ago, but from what I hear, she’s been on the honor roll ever since we worked together. She was a member of my 90% black Sunday school class at the time I was helping her. Believe it or not, growing up in a tiny town in Colorado I had never seen a single black person before (except on Tarzan movies, which I loved).

 

 

In the bank drive-through, I got to thinking about the days with my little friends and how I missed them. I’d been praying that God would give me a job I could do, and now I wondered if I might help at the school in some way. The thought came to me: you’re out of the house, now, might as well drive over to the school and see what’s happening.Maybe the small still voice of the Lord was showing me the way. I finished my banking and headed out. In a couple of minutes,I came to traffic guides bustling around with cones and barriers and yellow buses caravanning in.School was letting out and traffic would be fierce for about fifteen minutes. I parked and dashed into the office where I waited for the moms and dads to be taken care of. Soon a motherly woman behind the counter turned to me. I told her I was interested in volunteering, and she asked for my phone number to give the volunteer coordinator. I was a bit disappointed because I didn’t know if I’d really get a call or not. But I discovered that just being in the school office with the children and their parents had made me feel at home and happy. Still, though, I wanted to be as sure as possible that God wanted me involved.

When I got home I checked my email and FaceBook and suddenly there before me was the last piece of the puzzle. A friend had posted a notice about a volunteer orientation at the school the following Friday. I immediately made plans to attend. I was on my way now, and I was glad.

 

 

 

Author, Poet and Artist

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

2 Responses to “School Days Again 2”

  1. Onisha Ellis October 29, 2018 at 8:41 pm #

    i am excited for your new adventure.

    Like

  2. ludyja October 29, 2018 at 7:27 am #

    DiVoran, I love the things you do. I love your interests. And I love the way you hear God’s voice and follow through. You are a blessing!

    Like

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