Seasons of Life

I just returned home from a high school graduation party.  Vanessa was one of my students.  She was lucky enough to have me for two classes Journalism and 10th Grade English (even though she was a freshman) and if that wasn’t enough, she also always ate lunch in my room.  We bonded.  I helped her with her math, so that she could pass.  She made me laugh and kept a smile on my face.  We became good friends.  In fact, I even went to her house to play basketball some afternoons.

I’m proud of her.  Her family is proud of her.  But more than anything I’m waiting to see what she does in the world.  She is a very passionate and opinionated person.  I know that whatever she puts her mind to doing she will do.  She is a great basketball player and an amazing writer.

With Vanessa’s graduation, I’ve been reminiscing about life–mainly about the people that move in and out of our lives.  I have over 600 friends on Facebook.  This might seem like a lot, but with few exceptions, everyone has been a part of my life away from the computer and I can tell you a little story or something about them.  Those I haven’t met fall into two categories: family of someone I’ve met or someone I’ve had a strong connection with through a blog or other Internet site.

For example, Ryan, he was my first ever Internet buddy.  We started talking over AIM when I was in high school, over ten years ago.  He went to a Christian high school and they had a radio show and I thought it was cool and somehow we became friends.  We talked a lot about God, books, music and relationships.  In fact, during my “explorative” year, when I was fresh out of high school and learning my way in the world, he was kind of that conscience on my shoulder that no one knew about but me.  It allowed us to share more of our hearts without being judged.  We even met once at DIA, just because he was flying through.  We’ve drifted apart, which is appropriate, we are both married with children, but he still impacted my life.

There are others on the list of 600.  Many have touched me, influenced me, changed who I was and helped make me into the person I am today.  I have treasured memories, moments in time I wish I could hold onto.  Experiences I wish I would have taken, attitudes I wish I’d have broken.  But they’ve all gotten me here, to a happy marriage with a great kid, a nice house and a good job.

I wonder if I’ve been a person who has touched their lives.  I’ve always wanted to walk in my faith in such a way that others were drawn in but did not feel judged or smothered, just loved.

I was recently watching a video of myself, if you are my friend of Facebook, you can view it on my page.  Zach and I were having an argument about the rules of a game we were playing.  I couldn’t believe it when I saw it.  I looked so angry.  I wasn’t.  In fact, I was trying so hard not to crack up laughing.  Yes, I was passionate about my subject.  I wanted to follow the rules, but I wasn’t mad like my face looks in the video.  I wonder how many times in my life, have I been joking or unsure of something and had that stern face and have scared people off, given them the wrong impression of how I was really feeling.  I’m so thankful to have a husband who really gets me and understands that my face doesn’t always match my mood.

Thank you to those who have touched my life.  I am me because you were here.  I only wish I could keep you all in my lives as much as you once were, but life seems to be all about seasons.  Things change, but know you hold a special place in my heart.


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