I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes.

I just read Raine's new post and thoroughly enjoyed and disliked it at the same time. I haven't been thinking about it as I go from class to work to small group to Ohio to my house and finally back to class/work (is there really any difference between them?) but I am beginning to see what life is about. I have a feeling this post will be extremely scattered but also important to recognize. In many ways my post will be very similiar to Riane's but I never promised to be original. The truth never changes and no matter how much we want to pattent the truth, it is never any different from generation to generation.

The reason I liked her post so much was because it was honest. It also talked about the past. It talked about the memories I have now of three years in college, 4 years in high school and so on back through the years. They are all gone. Not the memories but the actual years of my life, never to be gone through again. Growing up is something I have tried to do for most of my life and now that I am actually growing up I covet my past self's ignorance.

I never really was close to Riane. This shouldn't come as a shock to anyone, especially Riane. In fact the longest and deepest conversation we ever actually had was about 4 years ago talking about Homestar Runner. Not that that isn't an excellent topic of conversation but it shows the level of depth of our relationship. The reason I am even saying that is not to say how much a dislike Riane or anything like that. It's not even really about Riane. (Riane, I've used your name like 15 times already in this blog so, um, I hope this makes some amount of sense so it won't be like I just keep saying your name for no particular reason... Riane, Riane, Riane) The reason I am saying this is because we are growing up. Riane is part of my past, I am a part of hers. We are friends, in the sense that if we were in a random elevator together we would talk about the weather and homestar runner instead of, if we weren't friends, acting like most people do in an elevator by pretending they don't really exist. My point is this, the friends of our past, our memories so on and so forth don't go away and are not made little if we see the truth, that they are now gone.

Life is so much more than hanging onto the strands of past friendships because we had a good thing going. I am finally beginning to see what it was Giles was actually trying to do. He was not working and striving to make lifelong friends but make people who know how to love each other and live by the gospel.

We are not the Rock.

We are the Body. We are the Bride. We are the Church.

Far be it for me to say that we need to get rid of everything that was in the past, forget it all, work to despise it. Of course not! But let us face reality that the past is gone.

I would not lose sleep at night knowing that I may never speak to Riane again. I would lose sleep knowing that she didn't feel the same way, but hey, I sleep fine and I know she does too. It's not that I don't value her, or don't like her, or even am planning to never speak to her again (Riane, please don't stop posting, it makes me laugh) but let us focus on Christ and how He must be exalted in our lives right now.