An Interesting Email…

I received an email yesterday from a person I have not had contact with in more than 20 years, give or take.  She actually connected with me through a person who used to be one of my best friends in elementary school.  We connected through MySpace and then Facebook but…as with many things…we have both grown in different directions.

So, I receive this “Contact me request” through my Avon site and I recognize the last name, but I am still a little surprised.  What are the odds, I ask myself?

Well, apparently the odds were pretty good.  I get an email back saying that yes, she is indeed the person whom I remember from elementary school.  She proceeds to tell me that our 3rd grade class is having their 25th reunion.  She believed I still lived in Arizona and would I be able to make it to Northern California to attend?  She apologized for not trying to get into contact with me even though we have a mutual friend on FB from elementary school.  Basically…I am thinking she didn’t look too hard and did what she could when she could.  I feel I am being a little harsh about it, but that’s where I am at right now.

The reason for the 25 year reunion is that when we were in 3rd grade, we made a time capsule.  When we graduated from high school, we were supposed to get together…no matter where we were…and open that time capsule and see what we put in there.  Well, that never happened.  I had not forgotten about it but assumed no one had done anything about it or if they had, they could not find me because I had moved.

The one reason I would love to go is to see my very best friend, Meighan. We lost contact in 2002.  She was in New York when the Twin Towers fell and I talked with her a year after it happened…and she still lived in New York at that time.  I always called her on her birthday which is 11 days before mine.  When I called in 2003, she no longer lived there.  It has been quite some time since I talked with her.

Now…here’s where I get creepy, gentle reader…and a littler stalker-ish.  I found Meighan online and found out where she works.  I sent her an email via her work but she has not responded.  Sigh. Guess that is one friendship that will not be resurrected.  I miss her.  I pray she is doing well and that her life is full of laughter and love.

I know I am totally different than all the kids I went to school with. I am conservative.  My hubs is in law enforcement.  I am the complete antithesis to what they are.  Sigh.  Maybe God is protecting me.

So I will wait to see what happens when I receive a video from this reunion.  It will be a good laugh…and maybe will bring me some healing.  I do not have fond memories of elementary school.  I have memories of being picked on.  Of not being “popular”.  If being made fun of because my parents didn’t buy me the best.  I was called fat.  I was called ugly.  It was not a happy time for me.  The girls, especially in my class, were mean.  And I was desperate for friendship…which probably made me even more of a target of ridicule.  But Junior High changed that.  I could have new and different friends…which I did.  I wasn’t pigeon-holed into one facet of my life.

Then I moved in 8th grade and my life turned out different.  Praise the Lord for that.

So I will wait and see what happens.  I pray peace and blessings on all of them.  I hope everyone turned out well and have become productive members of society.  That’s all anyone can hope for, right?  Amen and Amen.

 

1st Runner Up in the Popularity Contest

Last weekend I was 1st Runner Up in the local popularity…oops…I mean the local karaoke contest.  Please read that as: I came in dead last.  I competed against 5 other folks who are originally from the area that I moved to. 

I love to sing…in my car, in my house, in my bathroom.  It is a HUGE stretch of the imagination to say that I love to sing in front of people and be judged.  To sing just to sing..fine.  To sing and have a group of (supposed) impartial people…not so good.  My younger daughter also competed in the kids portion of the competition and said she would go up there if I would go up there.  She did (twice!) and so I made a promise to her and could not back out of it.

Somewhere along the way, when people have asked me where my kids have received their singing from I always denied this part of my being.  Music is such an essential part of my life.  My heart and mind are always singing songs.  I would tell people that I could yell loudly and would just call it even.  Over the last few months and during this try out process, it was impressed upon me by my Father God that singing is a gift.  He giveth and He taketh away.  STOP DENYING A GIFT FROM ME, MY CHILD!!!  Okay, okay…I get it.

The first time I sang, the judges were not from the local area…in fact no one knew them.  The 2nd and 3rd times I sang, the judges were from the local area.  I placed 3rd and 6th, respectively.  I will take that 2nd place win (and first competition) over any other because I know the judges were impartial.

As I sat that night, trying to bite back the bitterness that was creeping up in my gullet…I realized two things.  1: I was never going to win THAT popularity contest.  It doesn’t matter how much I tried, how much of a show I put on…these people were not going to like me.  2: I went out and did what I could do to the best of my ability!

The next day, as I waited for my husband to get ready for church, I sat and drank my coffee and read my daily devotions.  Wouldn’t you know it, but my devotion had to deal with not searching for earthly accolades, but only doing what is right and what is worthy for my Father God.  I should only be searching for my rewards from my heavenly Father and no one else.  WHOA!  What a lesson to be learned!!!  It was as if my Father God had smacked me in the back of the head and said, “Listen, stupid!  I don’t care what those other people think…and you should not either!  You should be turning your face to me, searching with all your heart for me and ONLY looking to me for acceptance!  These mere mortals cannot promise you the riches of heaven…only I can!”  God wants me to depend on him soley…not search and validate my existence through humans.  DUH!!!

The second lesson learned from this whole experience came a few days later when I stumbled across Ephesians 5:18-20

“Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery.  Instead, be filled with the Spirit (19) speaking to one another with psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit.  Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord, (20) always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.”

Double WHOA!  You see gentle reader, this hit me doubly hard.  I assumed (now I know different and how GOD wanted me to behave) that I needed alcohol to be able to get up there and sing.  I did not.  Father God knew that…and He wanted ME to know that.  I didn’t listen and still drank 4 drinks to get myself up there and sing.  Did I need it?  NO.  Did I not listen to Him.  YES.  :::shaking head:::  I want to smack myself on the back of the head!

So…in the end (and thank the Lord it is the end!) I learned a very wonderful truth.  My Father God loves me.  He loves me just the way I am, perfectly imperfect.  And I love Him.  The next time I want to be accepted or wanted…I just need to turn my face to His countenance and wrap myself in His good word.  I am a child of the Most High God and through Him, and only through Him, ALL things are possible!