Not quite twenty years ago, my husband Wade and I met for the first time. It wasn’t exactly love at first sight for two eighteen-year-olds just starting Bible school, although our little school in northern Saskatchewan saw (to my count) a dozen weddings out of 1995’s crop of students, but after a few months of teenage shenanigans, shared classes and trips to town, we found ourselves in the same circle of friends, and by the last day of school, I was thinking about that good-bye hug just a little too often. I’m not the quickest to figure out the workings of my own heart, and Wade was too shy, but we eventually figured it out, writing letters and making phone calls (pre-email and texting!), we did eventually find a way to make a relationship happen.
So it’s pretty cool that we get to celebrate that a little this weekend at our twenty-year Bible school reunion! Our kids have never seen our school and we are looking forward to introducing them to all our most memorable spots, the friends and roommates that populated our lives for those few months that live forever as some of the best times of my life (as well as some of the most embarrassing).
We look forward to sharing our lives with friends, some we haven’t seen since we left, and meeting their children, and talking about God’s faithfulness in our lives. It is always encouraging to spend time with others who have continued to live their faith through the decades and hear their stories.