It is impossible to know the hearts and minds of one another,
even those closest to us. 45 years after high school brought back just how
difficult those days can be to so many; trying to fit in, being bullied or
labeled or hiding emotional pain.
I had several
conversations leading up to our reunion with someone I did not know well back
in our high school days. I would have
described her as one of the “cool chicks,” and truth be told, I was a bit
intimidated by her
Turns out high
school had been a terrible time for her. Many hurts had followed her for years
after and she became an alcoholic. She had not been to any reunions and was filled
with apprehension at the thought of this one, even though she has been sober
for decades now.
With some
encouragement from old friends, she came. She has begun reading the Bible and
we were able to talk a bit about healing and moving forward. I told her she
could be a blessing to others. Junior high school and high school can be tough.
How wonderful to be at an age where we can be ourselves, to share and talk with
those we did not know well and to dive into deep conversations. God is good and
He is moving.
And He is there
through every season, with a purpose and a plan and an answer.
There is
a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens; a time
to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to
kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build up, a time to
weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to
scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to search and a time to give
up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a
time for war and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Lord,
There is a season and a time and You watch over them all. Give
us hope no matter the season we are facing. And help us to see beyond the
surface into the hearts of others.
In Jesus name,
Amen
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