My ten-year high school reunion happened a few weeks ago! It was…kind of like high school, except that we met at a bar. The reunion had me thinking a lot about ten years ago and all that’s happened since then.
Dear Katie, High school graduation. Congratulations, Go Panthers!, and all of that. Soak in all the parties and snow cones and sunsets this summer…it’s a sweet time.
I know you had your heart set on a tiny little private college, but OU is exactly the right place for you. An amazing five years are ahead (yeah, five, not four), and you’re going to meet wonderful people who will still love you after you have all scattered across the country. You’re even going to end up loving football (OU games only, of course)! Let me save you the trouble of changing your major twelve times: you’re going to nursing school. Not med school, not PA school, not MD-PhD, not psychology, not religious studies, not education. Nursing school. RN, BSN, the end. Oh, and you marry an Aggie. Don’t worry, A&M is not really a cult. I think.
That boy you’ve had a crush on for six years? You don’t end up with him. When he brings you home after graduation and you’re surprised to find that he’s become “just a friend,” it’s because the aforementioned Aggie is about to come into your life. Eight years of marriage coming up in December! (I know, right?)
That Jesus who rescued your heart when you were sixteen? Make Him your everything. He’s going to take you some crazy places: adoption (three kids at once. for. the. love.), seminary across the country, to the brink of missions across the world, and right back to your hometown. Trust Him. Know His word so well. Love His people.
I wish I could tell you that the next ten years will be easy. I’m so sorry, but they won’t be. Cancer, infertility, divorce, depression, anxiety, battles with sin, and difficult, broken kids are going to bring some dark days. But for all this, there’s oh so much grace. God truly does give beauty for ashes. There’s never a moment without His grace. Practice seeing it now.
I write this to you as a Waco-residing (yes, Waco.), carpool-driving, ABC-singing, homework-checking, always-cooking mama of five (yes, five. breathe.), and I’m here to tell you that life is good because God is real and good and so loves the world. As my belly starts to get round with another little miracle, I can tell you that this life was not the plan in 2005. And you know what? It’s really ok.
See ya in 2025. Oh gosh. Who knows what will happen between now and then, but I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to slow down on the kid-per-year average we’ve got going on. The minivan only has so many seats. Yes, minivan. Don’t cry. Just drive your cute little car around and enjoy the days when no one throws things at you while you’re driving.