A friend is visiting over the next couple of days. We don’t normally keep in close contact or have mutual friends. Truth be told, we didn’t really care for each other when we were younger.
My dad had a long relationship with her mom and they eventually married. I love her mom and she loved my dad, but both of us girls were busy making poor decisions in our early twenties. We had no time or patience for each other.
We’re older now…life has beat us up a bit- we’ve grown wiser and more understanding and have things in common. Sitting around my dining room table last night, it was so nice to talk to someone who knew my father. I couldn’t talk about him long because I still get choked up, missing him.
She shared pictures of her beautiful granddaughter and son. We called and chatted with her mom. We laughed. Caught up on all kinds of info about family. I really enjoyed it.
I’ll always share a special connection to those that share my faith because it’s such a huge part of who I am, but people who I share history with? A close second.
Have a great weekend, friends! Make a little history. Love you! ❤
“History is not a burden on the memory but an illumination of the soul.” – John Dalberg-Acton
“For whatever was written in former days was written for our instruction, that through endurance and through the encouragement of the Scriptures we might have hope.” – Romans 15:4