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One of the best things about moving back to the city where you grew up is reconnecting with old friends. I never thought we would be back in my hometown, but God saw fit to answer my husband's prayers instead of my own and bring me back home to my family. When we knew were leaving North Carolina, I only had enough faith to pray that we would live close to my hometown-- it seemed selfish and un-ministerial to ask for more. Jason, however, begged God to let him bring me home to my family. We spent 10 years in North Caolina, and he thought it was time for me to come home. Apparently, so did God, and we have been here almost 5 years. Not only did God put us in Columbus, but He also put us in my home church. Just as we moved here, a staff position came available at my home church and Jason was offered the job. It sounds like something I could have orchestrated or finessed, but honestly I had nothing to do with it. It was totally a God thing. A year or so later, one of my close friends from when I was in high school moved back to Columbus. I babysit her little girl every day. Her Haley is 2 months younger than my Sydney and they are best friends (well, most days.) Just recently, I found another friend from back in the day-- on Myspace. I was searching randomly for people from my past and found a page for her. I sent her a message and we connected and tonight we went out together and tried to catch up on the last 20 years. 20 years. It doesn't seem possible that is has been that long, but it really has. We spent 4 hours at a Mexican restaurant filling each other in on the past 20 years-- and to me, it was just like we picked up where we left off. On the way to the restaurant, I suddenly thought "What if she doesn't like me?" I mean, I have changed alot since I was 17 and in high school. And not just the hair and the weight, LOL. In some ways I look back on my 17 year od self and cringe-- I was very narrow minded and judgmental. I thought being a Christian meant I had to condemn those around me who didn't meet the standard. I was afraid that accepting the sinner would condone the sin. I needed grace. Luckily God let me fall on my face a few (thousand) times until I learned what He knew all along-- we are all just sinners in need of a Savior. But I do miss the fervor and passion I had in those days. Not that I love God less now than I did then. But I have so many other things in my life that take my time and energy. Children, a husband, homeschooling, dishes, laundry. Oh, the laundry. Ministry, soccer, theatre. Sometimes (many many times) the immediate crowds out the eternal and I lose my focus. Luckily my friend didn't hate me and we had a wonderful time renewing our friendship. I look forward to many more nights like tonight. |
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