But I remember remnants of them.
Shy days, unable to speak out in class days,
Fun days, too; playing pranks on my roommates,
Sneaking a pregnant cat into our off
Campus house and hiding her kittens in
The closet.
Giving up on God days when I questioned my
Faith, but finally returning to Him because
Nothing else made sense.
Making life-long-friend days and
Reconnecting on Facebook.
I wish I could re-do those four years utilizing
The wisdom I've gained from surviving a
Depression,
The death of two husbands, and nursing one
Of them through dementia.
I'm not that shy collegiate anymore.
God changed me,
Grew me,
Renewed me,
Developed boldness in me that sometimes
Makes my kids and grandkids cringe.
"What will Grandma say to the waitress or
Clerk?" they wonder.
I'm proof that we can grow even when we're old.
God can mold us into His image when we can barely
Recognize ours in the mirror.
Life has sandpapered my rough edges,
Eroded my desire for things and increased my
Desire for Him.
Classmates, let's sing a song.
Let's laugh long.
Let's finish strong as we press on toward home.