I'm looking through the old Yearbooks again. Back when we were in Elementary School, when we thought the 8th graders were so big, while the High Schoolers just ignored us. Now were are in High School, and College doesn't seem so far away now. Looking back on memories, where signatures bring up faces in my mind. Looking back, with some regret, at what was said and done, and what was not. As we grow in height, we grow in knowledge, maturity, friendships, and insight. This is made clearer to me every day, and often I find myself trying to forgive my younger self for her mistakes.
As the pages flip by, filled with memories of the past, and dreams that wouldn't last, I am grateful for my friends who loved me all the way, even if they didn't know it yet. And I loved them, though I denied it; the "tough girl" inside of me was quite reclusive and annoying. But now I'm past that, and I know that there is Hope for the woman in the future that I often wonder about.
What will she look like? Where will she be? What friends will stay, and who will move on? What will she do? Will her dreams come true? Will I be ashamed of her, or will I run to embrace her? I question myself until a though quiets my searching heart. The Lord is the Master of all my Life, of all my Time; past, present, and future. He and He alone can still the regrets, temptations, and questions raging across my mind. In Christ my Savior alone I will fully trust.
I have changed, as we all have to some degree. But this world is but and illusion, but a dream, but a glimpse of the so much more beyond. Will the memories encased in pictures, my little mistakes, the times I refused to hug someone back, matter in Eternity? I think not. Will this world fade away, and with it all my earthly possessions and dreams? Probably. But will the friendships I've built, and the people I've helped and loved matter into Eternity? I think so.