I was going through some old letters from high school a few weeks ago, and I had to laugh at one particular card wherein my best friend was consoling me-a 10th grader-for being mistaken for a 7th grader. The shame! The horror! My dear consoling friend assured me she was in the same boat, for she-even she-had also been mistaken for a younger person. And the boy who had mistaken her age had even deigned to suggest that they might share a milkshake! The raw, unmitigated nerve!! How could he possibly be so daring and confident after making such a crude and devastating mistake?!?? It was just . . . gross!!!
How time changes things. Now my letters to my friends contain information about my friends with cancer, or prayer requests for pregnant friends whose babies are not forming normally in the womb.
In the margins of my Bible, next to the verse in Romans where Paul talks about his earthly tribulations not even worthy of being compared to the glory that is his in Jesus Christ, I wrote in 11th grade, "algebra." I can't believe there was actually a time when I thought a high school math class was the worst trial I could imagine!
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I love this insight Jen. I miss seeing you and Jay. I am praying for you and those you care about (and me)that our transcendent Christ would overwhelm with His Holy Presence - to the point that we are speechless before Him - the Lion like Lamb. I pray for that total awareness; total abandon to His perfect will.
Love you to pieces.
S
Thanks, Scott. We are both praying for you, too, and wer'e both regularly checking your blog to see what's new.
To paraphrase Paul, I am very sad and greived, but not utterly destroyed.
Wait till you get to my age. My goodness.
Just the other day, I was describing some dental work I had to do go through to this lady who is about 10 years older than me.
She said, "Yeah, people OUR age have to deal with stuff like that."
She is 50 years old and thinks I am in her age bracket. 10 YEARS OLDER!
I HAVE NO SYMPATHY FOR YOU. NONE! Nada!
Oh, Jen. How the hands of time and the passing days completely turn our universe upside until it is unrecognizable from what we once knew. But the God we knew and know is unshifting and unchanging, and this is my one comfort.
My sweet Jen, your heart for our God and your loved ones is always such a precious encouragement to me! Thank you for your faithful phone calls and letters. Forgive me for not contacting you in return. You are always warmly in my thoughts and prayers. Please call me again the next time you're in our neck of the woods! I wish I'd been home the last time you came down. Love you!
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