I have recently been deluged with people from all parts of my life. Normally I live in Arizona with people who have know me more then 2 years. I am who I am to them. They have no idea who I used to be. I mean, I wasn’t a heroine addict or a prostitute… but they don’t always get the full picture.
It’s been really fun to be with people that I have a LONG history. To laugh about making church dinners and decorating, or things we did with young women. Times we had when Conner was just starting school. It reminds me of how I used to be and how I am now.
Life is funny like that. I am SO grateful that travel is so easy anymore, to be with people that you love who live far away. I mean, facebook is great — but I was instantly reminded that it is NOT the same, not nearly. Sometimes I remember that if I lived like Laura Ingalls, having these visits wouldn’t be possible. I was just reading where Pa and Ma go back to Ma’s family to help build the railroad. Can you imagine in your heart what it would be like to see family that your heart had realized you may never see again. Yipes. That would be hard, and what a great reunion!
And of course, I was reminded how extremely lucky I am to have all of these people in my life. To have friends who you pick up like you haven’t missed a day of each others lives. To know that they still love you even though the miles make missing others a huge reality in your life. I’m also really grateful for the friends who have only known me for those 2 years, and have accepted me even though I haven’t spent 12 hours decorating for a church party with them. 😉 Those people are so good to me. God truly works through other people and I am grateful for each one of them.