I met a friend the other day, someone I hadn't seen for a long time. She looked the same although a somewhat older version of herself. We hugged, glad to see each other again and then sat down to talk.
At first I slipped right into the old times of how we used to be together, but as time passed, I became restless, bored. I didn't know what to say and what she said didn't hold my interest.
I've changed. Grown. Come into my own. She's still where she was when I knew her - fearful of life, afraid to reach out to grab onto things she yearns for.
I left her wondering why and how our paths changed so dramatically. I remember how I had hit rock bottom. I had nothing to hold onto. Nothing worth anything. Then He touched me, showered me with a love that gave me courage, courage to do what I couldn't and helped me move from one solid place to the next.
I've outgrown her. There's a sadness in that knowing that I'm leaving the past behind with the quirks and memories of what was.
Yet, in my gut burns a hope and an excitement that life is an incredible adventure. I want to live my best life everyday, doing everything I can, always, connecting with people and life and being all I can be today and always.
Happy Thursday, Guys.