It is nearing closing time for the 1990s. Well, for the 1900s, for that matter. Wow, and even for the 1000s.
I’m listening to the nine compilation tapes I’ve made since 1993. I’m simply celebrating and saying goodbye to the decade in which I came of age and learned who I was.
Seven years ago I was thinking about Veronica while Marie was finishing her first semester at Easter College. That seems unbelievable to me.
Part of me regrets being so childish at the age of 16, but I am now 23, and it seems there is nothing wrong with staying a child just a little while longer.
Six years ago I was dreaming about Emily.
Five years ago I was realizing that life was changing and that the past never again could be.
Four years ago I was remembering only the love of the mid-90s.
Three years ago I was visiting old friends in High Falls, NC and then slept through the final hours of 1996, missing Christi’s birthday party.
Two years ago I was contemplating over Sarah.
And last year I was sitting in a small RV, reflecting back on a year of transition.
In between each of those years, I wrote out my hearts and thoughts in these pages. I often wonder if through that process I am creating a trap for myself. Am I forging memories that I’ll never be able to escape from?
No matter. As I look back on 1999, every action I took lead me to Marie, and she is all I want now.
The emotion of the past is losing its value in its battle with the present.
Moments in my younger years that would have taken up pages of journaling are hardly mentioned now. I want to focus more now on my identity in Christ. Hopefully, that change will take place.
There is a day and I half left in the ’90s. Thank you Lord for these years. Thank you for Chatham Central, Abundant Life, Lees-McRae, Heaton, Regent, and Parkway. Thank you for North Carolina.
Thank you for forgiving me for all of my mistakes. Thank you for redeeming me. Thank you for my faith. I see now that I do not own anything here. Everything belongs to you. Help me to move forward in all that you have prepared and to not live in this decade any longer.
Thank you for both the old and the new.