My 40th high school reunion is coming up next week. Thinking about it brings back memories of not having a worry in the world. I remember memorizing every single name and photo in my yearbook and reading all the sweet messages from friends over and over.

My dad had bought me a used green VW bug and I used it to drive my friends up and down our town’s steep hills. Just recently, my friend, Doug said that he was scared for his life because I drove down a hill a little too quickly. I apologized profusely to Doug.

One time my little car was parked in the school parking lot and six band members lifted it over the cement parking block, rendering it impossible to drive. We all enjoyed a good laugh (mostly them) and they easily lifted my bug back to mobility, leaving me free to move on to more adventures.

I used to park my car in front of our house, but one day, it was nowhere to be found and to my family’s dismay, we realized that it had been stolen. Later that day, my mom discovered that it had been abandoned down the street and around the block. It apparently had run out of gas and whoever had stolen it probably didn’t have enough money to refill the tank.

After graduation, I moved away and the memories began to fade with each passing year. Those memories were replaced with work, marriage and kids. My cherished yearbook was placed in storage destined to suffer termite damage, while my aged VW bug was sold for $100.

Over the past 40 years, I am amazed at what God has done in my life as well as in the lives of my classmates. It warms my heart to know that many old friends have now devoted their lives to Jesus; and how friends who were Christian back then are now able to see the result of the seeds they planted so many years ago. I am thankful for the seed that was planted in me.

It also brings me great comfort to know that God’s love never changes and never fades like some of our worldly treasures do (like my bug did).

Next week, I’m look forward to seeing my old friends from many years ago… I just hope we will be able to recognize each other!

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