|Barbara, Carole, 'Lena|
|These are the doors I once walked through every morning.|
Now they are the side doors.
Carole lives on the opposite side of Houston from where we grew up, so today we decided to head back to the old neighborhood. It was a bit like going through the twilight zone. I haven't been back to this side of town in over twenty-two years and my, how things have changed. New freeways! New shopping malls! Gone were the fields of sugar cane; gone were the pastures with cows and horses. We used to live in "the boonies"; the boonies are no more!
|High School Stadium where I graduated 34 years ago.|
|My old apartment complex.|
It's in the "international district" now.
|Braeswood Church sanctuary|
Sunday School Classes
White water rafting trips. . .
We held my parents 40th wedding anniversary celebration in the fellowship hall on July 29th, 1988. Pastor Earl Banning officiated as they renewed their vows. What a precious memory!
"To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven"
Ecclesiastes 3:1 (KJV)
It was time to head home, but as we left I couldn't help getting a little nostalgic. Looking back into my past here in Houston I realize that this was an important part of who I am now. It molded me; shaped me and sent me on my way in life. The school years created friendships that I will never forget. The church grounded me in my faith and introduced me to my husband of 29 years. It was a time and a season in my life that was vital to the development of my faith and future. Every season of our lives has a time and a purpose.
So today, my heart is filled. . .
Filled with nostalgia for the past
Filled with a bit of sadness for the changes
Filled with joy for renewed friendships
And overwhelmed with gratefulness. . .
because I have the best friend in the whole world!
Carole, today we reminisced, cried a few tears, laughed our silly heads off and, according to the GPS... found ourselves in an unrecognized location. And made it home all in one piece! Thank you for dragging me all over Southwest Houston in one afternoon. It was a whirlwind ride!
And it ain't over yet . . . . . . . . . . . . .