Every day I scroll my Facebook feed, seeing faces and memories of times past. I see people who altered the direction of my life, brightened the path when I could not see it, and reminded me why I traveled that path. I see people who made me laugh. I see the poor folks who I feel madly in unrequited love with (and probably have some who did the same with me).
I see you all, and I almost daily grow more thankful for your presence in my life.
- Some of you have grown in different ways than me and we no longer see eye-to-eye.
- Some of you I now see eye-to-eye with but our friendships faded away too long ago to reconcile that now.
- Some of you crossed my path for a brief moment yet we knew each other deeply.
- Some of you I grew up with and yet never really knew you (96% chance that’s my fault).
- Some of our friendships ended because they caused me too much pain and I had to draw a boundary for my health, but they existed for a reason and I mourn their ending.
- Some of you I miss every day and wonder why I could not keep connected to you (again, still awkward, nervous, and anxious).
I wish I had less anxiety to reach out to each one of you and tell you how you brightened my life, but somehow seminary, marriage, pastoral ministry, ordination, and time did not make me less awkward, nervous, and anxious.
I am thankful for you. Even if our friendship/relationship/whatever ended in anger and fury, I am thankful for you. I am who I am today — wounds, pains, strengths, direction — because of every person who has entered my life.
I am thankful for you.