"It would be as if you had seen one another yesterday. The flood of remembrance will come even if it was just in childhood; but, the heart that knows another heart will never forget. You only have to fill in on the gaps...update each other, and it would be like you never parted ways."These were words Lolita encouraged me with in her comment to the post about yesterday's reunion with my childhood friend, Marie (I won't post Marie's photos, as I didn't think to ask her permission yesterday.)
How absolutely prophetic those words were.
Memories came. We laughed and teared up; we hugged and embraced each other's life-stories. And our hearts truly seemed to know each other. We even have, today, things in common.
We walked by the "witch's" house and passed Margie's house. I did stop and reflect, but the trauma of standing alone on that sidewalk was gone...there was only pure joy at the remembrance of Margie and Connie. Now, that is inner healing that only Jesus can do in us. I praise His Name!
Marie treated me to a delicious lunch and then, purposefully, drove by my old Lutheran Church - still standing on that city corner with it's red doors.
There were a few real highlights. But, I'll only share two:
Marie told me something about my father that her mom told her - something I needed to know (even if it is almost 60 years later).
The second highlight:
red. The red emergency box was still on a pole on our corner. I ran over to it, caressing it, feeling the childhood familiarity. The little girl in me truly felt like I had come home.
There must have been a sense of security in that for this young girl, because when we moved out to Stewart Manor (the country), there were no emergency boxes on any street corner. None. I can remember the day that I realized that. Fear came over my little heart. What do you do in an emergency?! It was most unsettling to this little six year old and I think that added to the misery I was already in.
I can't help but wonder this morning what life would have been like had we stayed in Flushing. If I had grown up a "city girl" rather than a "country girl". Wow...with my family's tendencies toward certain bents, I would have been in big trouble! Plus, I never would have met my husband, nor have my children that I have.
God knew then.
God knows now. Yeah for that!
I leave you with a few verses from my favorite Psalm - 139.
For Your formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother's womb.
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Marvelous are Your works and that my soul knows very well.
My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in secret,
and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your Book they were all written,
The days fashioned for me, when yet there was none of them.
God knew then.
God knows now. Double yeah!
Thank you for sharing my journey back home with me.
Because of Him and Unto Him,