Ten Years

Although I went to a Christian school most of my school years, most of my major teenage decisions for Christ came at a time and a place away from that school. Most of them came at a time when I was good friends with many of the people that I spent time with this past weekend, and for that I am humbled and thankful that God saw fit to have our paths cross when He did. He IS good all the time.

This weekend was my ten year high school reunion. The festivities were fun, and I really enjoyed seeing the friends that I dearly love but haven’t seen since graduating. I left the reunion party Saturday feeling so unsettled, though. I can’t really put my finger on it. I still feel that way. Maybe it’s because I have been anticipating it all year and sort of helped put it together and now, after all of the preparations, it’s over.  Maybe it’s because after ten years the people that I really enjoyed being around in high school are the same people that I gravitated toward, and I wasn’t able to let them know what good friends they were to me even though I didn’t grow up like most of them did, going to elementary, jr. high, and high school together. Maybe it’s because I know it will probably be another ten or fifteen years before I see most of them again, and I don’t feel like I had enough time to catch up. Maybe it’s just that I don’t want to see this chapter of my life go by without really taking the time to see where the Lord has brought me since then. I’m sure it’s a combination of all of these things, but I’m trying to pray through it. I hope I showed the people that I did get the chance to speak to that I appreciate them. I hope they could tell that I enjoyed their jokes and their smiles and hearing about (and seeing) their children, their spouses. I hope that everyone will make plans to do it again in a few years. and that we all make it back in one piece, healthy and whole.