You know, I love people. I always have. I have had very few "casual" friendships. As far back as grade school I can remember having a "best friend". I just love people. Now I think back on the people who have come and gone in my life. Most of whom I don't even get to see anymore. Some I don't have the priviledge of spending time with because of my own silly, no, stupid mistakes. My heart kind of longs for some of those people tonight.
After reading some thoughts of a former pastor, I wonder what has happened to all those other people I knew back then. I see how much he has grown. I see what life as we know it has strenghened him, how God has used some pretty tough times in his life to train him up to be such a wise man.
Why did I have to miss all that?
This afternoon I ran into a college age women (she recognized me, I would have never known her) who I used to watch run in races in the church gym on Awana nights. She is beautiful and I know her life has taught her much as she watched her mom suffer and eventually loose her life to cancer.
Why did I have to miss all that?
A friend is still healing from the loss of her husband...at 43...she's in Ohio. I'm not.
Why do I have to miss all that?
I love people. For so long I've kept myself out of the line of fire of broken hearts...and breaking hearts. I miss people. But sometimes it's just too risky. Today the possibility of pain is just too close.
I wonder what I'm missing?
