I Read Too Much

Sometimes I wonder about the timing of things.  I wonder about the way circumstances  unfold and the way people move in and out of our lives.  I know that each person we come into contact with, even when the mind allows the briefest of exchanges to be forgotten it never forgets the imprint of a significant moment, leaves a imprint.  Think of each person.  Think of each thing you have learnt, good or bad, from every person that has entered you life.  In long term relationships that have ended, think now, with and without the rose colored glasses, in those brief exchanges remember the moment.  I'll wait while you close your eyes and reflect.  They taught you something didn't they?  They taught you what selflessness and selfishness look like, they taught you what love and hate look like, they taught you what wrong and right look like.  You see, these people are more than coincidence, they are purposefully woven into the fabric of your life...

If I were to ask you right this second to grab a mirror and take a long, hard look at yourself what is the first thing you would see?  Be honest here. I'm not asking you to reply to this post with your answer.  Look again.  What do you see now?  If you are anything like me you noticed the imperfection(s) straight away, whether they are actual or perceived.  It's alright, I'm just the disembodied voice on the other side of this computer, I can't see you.  But you want to know what I'd really see?  Beauty.  I'd see the gift God made you to be.  I'd see the beauty that was uniquely bestowed upon you by a Creator that doesn't make mistakes.  I can do that.  I have no problems seeing in others what I cannot see in myself. In fact, the first thing I see when I look in the mirror is my scar.  I have one.  Its right there in the center of my forehead begging to be noticed and laughed at.  Truly, no ...

Think back to your childhood and the friends that you had.  Are those same people in your life today?  Do you often wonder where they are or even who they are?  What would you say or do if given the chance to meet up with them again?  That is what I want to share today. I have recently, and by that I mean in the past year or so, been given the opportunity to meet up and spend time with some fantastic women from my childhood.  OK, I'm going to use that term loosely since it was more like high school, but heaven's it's been 15+ years since that time.  Regardless, what I have learned from all of that is that these ladies are beautiful, and I don't mean from what is on the outside, though yes, they are beautiful there too, but from what is on the inside. There is something about growing into an adult along side a person and watching them transform into their grown-up versions of themselves; something almost magical.  I have a few very, very close ...