I lost a dear friend of mine today. She was not yet forty. She would have hit that milestone in July. I missed my opportunity to say goodbye by minutes, just minutes and I am heavy with loss and sorrow.
It's hard to wrap my brain around the idea of not seeing her again. In my mind, the conversations weren't finished. We still had lots to talk about, and laugh about, and learn about. We still had adventures to take and lunches to eat. Now those will have to wait. I wish that I had taken more time to make time. I hope that she knew how much she meant to me; how much I love her.
For those of you still with me, who do make time in your hectic pace to squeeze me in, I thank you. I hope that each of you know how very much you mean to me and how much I love you.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Flashback
Last night I decided to tackle a bit of organizing in the garage. While I was digging through some boxes that needed sorting, I came across an old diary of mine that I'd started in 1982, when I was twelve years old. So, I put it aside to read when I'd finished the project for the evening. I am so glad that I did.
I was both amused and humbled by the words contained in that little book. I laughed at the detailed minutia of my daily adolescent existence, which included everything from what I wore and ate that day, to verbatim conversations that had played out some twenty-eight years ago. I blushed, embarrassed by my intense interest in the opposite sex, and the fickleness of my many crushes. But most of all, I was humbled by God's grace and thankful that my loving Saviour took my young heart, redirected my gaze, and began this life-long process of transforming it to resemble His. For, during those awkward years of self-discovery, I had also discovered Christ.
I am so glad that I held onto the words that I had penned at that age; that early view from inside my head that now seems foreign to me. It is a precious thing to recall where God has brought me from. And, like Paul, I am convinced that "He who began a good work in (me) will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."(Philippians 1:6)
I was both amused and humbled by the words contained in that little book. I laughed at the detailed minutia of my daily adolescent existence, which included everything from what I wore and ate that day, to verbatim conversations that had played out some twenty-eight years ago. I blushed, embarrassed by my intense interest in the opposite sex, and the fickleness of my many crushes. But most of all, I was humbled by God's grace and thankful that my loving Saviour took my young heart, redirected my gaze, and began this life-long process of transforming it to resemble His. For, during those awkward years of self-discovery, I had also discovered Christ.
I am so glad that I held onto the words that I had penned at that age; that early view from inside my head that now seems foreign to me. It is a precious thing to recall where God has brought me from. And, like Paul, I am convinced that "He who began a good work in (me) will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."(Philippians 1:6)
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