Should Old Friends Be Forgot…

Hello, Dear Ones, and happy Saturday! I’m still in a celebratory state of mind, so , shouldn’t we celebrate each day as it arises?

Last night we hosted some sweet friends that we haven’t seen since last year around this time. My husband is blessed with being one of the few from his high school “gang” who still lives close to home. So, when his old buddies come home for the holidays, we usually get to visit with them. We usually try to make a little party of it and it makes for a very special holiday season to reminisce with old friends. There is something wonderful about spending time with people who know your past. People who have seen you at your best and at your worst; people with whom you share memories that will never be duplicated or forgotten because they were formed at a time when your heart was still tender. It always amazes me that this group of men have stayed friends for such a long time. Last night I caught a little glimpse of why.

Jeff put on an old cd that his brother, John, had brought for him. It was a recording of the band they formed in high school. John was singing, Jeff was playing rhythm guitar, and Sandy (the friend I spoke of) was playing the lead guitar. Jeff was only 15 years old when the recording was made! They guys, along with another long-time friend and musician, Mark Coppala, laughed and marveled at their prowess in the early days. We wives giggled at their apparent pleasure at the memory (and at some of the songs in their repertoire). Our husbands were cool dudes.

It makes me smile to know that these sweet men have enjoyed making music together on and off for many years. It was really their first love, with them before any of the women in their lives. And it is a bond they will always share. Isn’t that wonderful?

The coming of a new year always gets me all sentimental. I am remembering my own dear friends from high school and college, and the many wonderful memories we made together. I find it rather peculiar that my Bible reading this morning was from Philippians 3:13-14. “…But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”

Yes, Dear Ones, along with the happy memories are some not so pretty things in my past. Frequently, when I remember the happy times, these shameful experiences will eventually rear their ugly heads. In fact, some days, I am stricken with shame and have difficulty letting go of those memories.

Perhaps, like me, you have some memories that you would like to forget. God knows this, Dear One. He wants us to let go. We are a new creation, Beloved. Rejoice! Press on toward the Prize!

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