Wow... you remember me? Thank you. I'm still dealing with heartache over my dear friends from my college days. I lost contact with them for over two decades, only to learn that they have turned away from God. There is so much I want to share with them, but they will have nothing to do with me. Their family was like my second family. I'm just feeling a bit isolated. For over 10 years, just my immediate family was enough for me, but lately I feel the urge to contact old friends long gone and tell them that they matter to me.
I often find that those urges are prompting by the holy spirit. It amazes me how often it is a friend who just needs a listening ear, even if it is to only nurture the friendship & remind them that there is a light/friend in this world that still cares.
Sometimes that is enough to get them back on the path. Other times it is enough to to give them hope for something better, which is better than what they had before.
Love you brother & I pray those friends hearts are softened & receptive to your friendship & fellowship efforts. Keep up your good work & you will be well.
The time got away from me. /me is still reading & will pick up again soon.
I am to Looking Back & need to get some sleep. I wish I had kept a better journal as a child & young man. I had always been an awkward extrovert & when I embraced my "nerdtasticness" in Jr High, and just chose to be friends with every "outcast" it became pretty clean in my school that we nerds & outcasts were over two thirds of the school's population & the other cliques just were small loud groups. I only had a few friends before 8th grade, though I tried (oh man my socially awkward self tried).
Embracing who you are as an individuals (faults & all) is the biggest & first step in growth & prospering from my experience. Your tales of heartache remind me of my own & as I navigated love until God brought me to my forever wife. She is a blessing I do not deserve & am so grateful God saw fit to tell her I was worth marriage.
Thanks for sharing this post, & even though you have never quilted, I still love the sticker. Those memories of helping my Grandma in my youth are fantastic memories.
Wow... you remember me? Thank you. I'm still dealing with heartache over my dear friends from my college days. I lost contact with them for over two decades, only to learn that they have turned away from God. There is so much I want to share with them, but they will have nothing to do with me. Their family was like my second family. I'm just feeling a bit isolated. For over 10 years, just my immediate family was enough for me, but lately I feel the urge to contact old friends long gone and tell them that they matter to me.
I often find that those urges are prompting by the holy spirit. It amazes me how often it is a friend who just needs a listening ear, even if it is to only nurture the friendship & remind them that there is a light/friend in this world that still cares.
Sometimes that is enough to get them back on the path. Other times it is enough to to give them hope for something better, which is better than what they had before.
Love you brother & I pray those friends hearts are softened & receptive to your friendship & fellowship efforts. Keep up your good work & you will be well.
That bumper sticker LOL. Many summers spent helping my own grandma quilt.
Okay, now I need to Buckle down & read the rest LOL.
The time got away from me. /me is still reading & will pick up again soon.
I am to Looking Back & need to get some sleep. I wish I had kept a better journal as a child & young man. I had always been an awkward extrovert & when I embraced my "nerdtasticness" in Jr High, and just chose to be friends with every "outcast" it became pretty clean in my school that we nerds & outcasts were over two thirds of the school's population & the other cliques just were small loud groups. I only had a few friends before 8th grade, though I tried (oh man my socially awkward self tried).
Embracing who you are as an individuals (faults & all) is the biggest & first step in growth & prospering from my experience. Your tales of heartache remind me of my own & as I navigated love until God brought me to my forever wife. She is a blessing I do not deserve & am so grateful God saw fit to tell her I was worth marriage.
Thanks for sharing this post, & even though you have never quilted, I still love the sticker. Those memories of helping my Grandma in my youth are fantastic memories.