I have so much to write! So many thoughts to share. And now that I have this new design it randomly corresponded with getting hit with some pretty crazy life stuff (nothing bad, just that it’s coming at me so fast!). Hopefully as the dust settles this afternoon and I can get out some thoughts I want to share, but for now let’s talk about high school for a minute.
Because I loved high school.
Oh, it wasn’t the best high school academically, and I’m sure it had it’s problems, but that “glistening whole” to me was a pretty special time in my life. (I mean, it has to be “glistening” since it later could have it’s “claim to fame” staring in High School Musical…ha!) I still remember driving up the canyon to a cabin late on graduation night with a car full of friends listening to “Forever Young” blasting as tears poured down our cheeks. How could all that be over??
Of course, life gets better. And worse. And better again. Life is so beautiful that way. But I am forever grateful for the friends I made in high school. I sure lucked out with them. I don’t get to see them a lot these days, but when we do, we pick up right where we left off.
So I was so happy that a couple high school friends and I were able to serendipitously meet up a couple weeks ago for 36 hours in Newport (wish we could have been with the whole group but only so much can happen when you don’t have a lot of notice!)
Sometimes I think about their influence on me. How much power peers have on your life, especially at that crucial time in high school.
We biked and walked and talk, talk, talked.
And marveled at beauty too:)
Caught up with all that is happening as we raise kids and maneuver through this life.
I have maybe shared this quote from C.S. Lewis before, but it seems appropriate here too:
“In Friendship…we think we have chosen our peer. In reality a few years’ difference in the dates of our births, a few more miles between certain houses, the choice of one university instead of another…the accident of a topic being raised or not raised at a first meeting—any of these chances might have kept us apart.
“But, for a Christian, there are, strictly speaking, no chances.
“A secret Master of Ceremonies has been at work. Christ, who said to the disciples, “Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you,” can truly say to every group of Christian friends “You have not chosen one another, but I have chosen you for one another.” The Friendship is not a reward for our discriminating and good taste in finding one another out. It is the instrument by which God reveals to each the beauties of others.”
–C.S. Lewis
So grateful for that “Master of Ceremonies” who has been at work.
