Tomorrow is my…gulp…twentieth class reunion…gulp, gulp! How can that be possible? While I’m not fully accepting that it’s my 20th, we are loading up the mini-van and heading home to renew old acquaintances.
The last time I attended my reunion was ten years ago. My life was in the not-so-proverbial-toilet. I had an eight-month-old baby, was living with my parents, had no job, no place to live) of my own) and was in the middle of a messy divorce. To this day I don’t know what possessed me to attend that reunion. Imagine how great I was at carrying on a conversation in this situation. Ouch.
Fast forward ten years and add a bazillion Grace Lessons and a merciful Savior. Woah! I’ve been happily married for seven + years, have added two more children to the fold, homeschool all three, tutor five more, and work for Jesus as an author and motivational speaker. I can’t even imagine what He could do in the NEXT ten years!
In high school I was always on the fringe. You know, had a few close friends, but surfed the outer boundaries of the “in” crowd. My friends were often in that elite circle, but I was just “with” them. Funny how old insecurities can creep up and bite you in the bo-hiney, eh? I love a crowd and when I’m speaking somewhere, I’m in my element if I can work that crowd…make people laugh…be bold and fun. That’s not the Vicki Hibma that graduated from WHS though. Who will I be tomorrow night? Hmmm, I really don’t know. Like slipping on old familiar shoes, will I slide into the safety of the outer rim…or will I bounce around the room, greeting old friends and meeting new spouses?
As I drift off to sleep tonight, with “Thriller” pounding in my head and Ms. Pac-Man flitting across my brain, I’m going to be reminding myself of God’s promise;“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ; the old has gone, the new has come!” 2 Corinthians 5:17.
I’m taking that with me to the Worthington Country Club tomorrow night. I’ll let you know how it goes!