Joyful Reunion. . .

Posted by on Aug 27, 2011 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized | 1 comment

After working as an LPN for three-and-a-half years I decided to go back to school and get my RN license. I was twenty-six at the time. I applied and was accepted at Sheridan College in Sheridan, Wyoming and spent one school year there.  It’s been twenty-three years but part of my heart is still there.

Before school started my parents went with me and we met the Pastor. After I arrived the Pastor’s family was quick to have me come over for a meal and even quicker to stamp themselves all over my heart.

The day after graduation my parents went to church with me and then we drove out of town, my car following theirs. I bawled all the way through church. I cried all the way to Buffalo, Wyoming. I was leaving yet another group of beloved friends and I would never see them again.

WAIT! STOP!

Suddenly it hit me. I was an adult. This wasn’t like when I was a kid and we moved away and I never saw my friends again. I could go back and visit any time I wanted.

And I did. I visited a couple of times a year for most of the years until I got married.

The thing is that this is a tough reality for Preacher’s Kids. I think it’s tough for any child who has to move. There are benefits to moving, sure. You get new friends. You learn about new cultures. But there are always the friends you leave behind. Even if you do get the chance to say goodby, those promises you make each other to stay in touch often don’t materialize.

I have failed many times in keeping up with friends. I wonder sometimes, where did that person go? What did they do with their life? I sure wish I knew.

Facebook has been an awesome tool for reconnecting with people. I have friends from over forty years ago who are now my facebook friends.

This week my sister and I had the joy of going to lunch with one such friend.

Kandi was the friend who invited me over on Sunday afternoons She was the friend I sat with in church every chance I got. We went roller skating together. She took me snipe hunting. We climbed Sioux Lookout. We rode horses on her ranch.

It was Kandi who sat with me the night my Mommy died and listened to me as I “verbally processed” the worst day of my life.

Then, when we were thirteen, suddenly it ended and we moved. I didn’t even get to say goodby.

Tuesday we said hello again and it was AWESOME. Actually that word isn’t awesome enough to describe it.  Sure, it was a bit weird. I still pictured her at thirteen and now she has grown sons and is soon going to be a Grandma! We spent most of the time just catching up on the basic events and family changes of the past 36 years. But, there she was. Still Kandi.

I was thinking about it today. As awesome as that was it was just a little picture of how it is going to be when we get to heaven where we will be able to reconnect with all of those who have gone before us! I begin to see more and more just why my Grandparents were so excited to get there. Isn’t the mercy of God and eternal life an amazing gift? But I wonder, will I see you there? I hope so and you can KNOW SO!

John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have EVERLASTING LIFE.

I John 5:13 These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal life, and that ye may believe on the name of the Son of God.

 

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  1. Kandi Dodson

    Thank you, Miriam, for blessing me with your friendship again, 30 plus years later. I, too, sat and thought, “these are the same girls I knew when I was a child. Same wonderful smiles, same sweet faces and personalities.” It was wonderful to see you and Cheryl. We’ll do it again :o) Here — and in the here after.