in 1985 i graduated from High School and ventured out that fall on the start of my life's journey...i say start, because it was the first time it was MY journey, all mine...not guided or directed by mom and dad, or others, my turn....
it began on third floor of Hawkes Hall at LaGrange College...back then I was a 17 year old freshman, now as I visited there this weekend, one of the first times I'd been back with the exception of when I was engaged (the first time...) to enjoy the old AOPi circle...things have changed since then, the campus is still as beautiful as ever...growing too...my old dorm is now air conditioned (you lucky devils!) You just can't fully appreciate dorm life without airconditioning! two of the frat houses have relocated, and there are several more buildings than before, yet the same feeling resides - the hope for the future, the excitement of what is to come...
the Chapel was open and the same peacefulness I found many years ago while searching for my life's calling still remained - the beauty of the sun through the stained glass windows, the smell of the wooden pews, the years of grace that was poured out to the students that found solace there....i remember many tears in that chapel, but most of all i was reminded that the journey that God placed in my heart so many years ago, the desire to serve Him above all is still rooted in my heart...while I may feel distant right now, waivering at sea, and somewhat misplaced, the anchor is still there...in His hand. 
the Chapel was open and the same peacefulness I found many years ago while searching for my life's calling still remained - the beauty of the sun through the stained glass windows, the smell of the wooden pews, the years of grace that was poured out to the students that found solace there....i remember many tears in that chapel, but most of all i was reminded that the journey that God placed in my heart so many years ago, the desire to serve Him above all is still rooted in my heart...while I may feel distant right now, waivering at sea, and somewhat misplaced, the anchor is still there...in His hand. 
and then there was the clock tower...not on campus, but still a place of dear, romantic memories...maybe a few regets of the one that got away, but more thoughts of "what could have been" compared to "what is"...i do think that things may be just as they were intended, but still always wonder...
I don't think, however, I could of ever imagined from those small beginnings the route I've taken, so many interesting places I've traveled, so many incredible experiences, people I've had the privilege of meeting, and relationships that have been nurtured through the years...
I was reminded of how in the Bible whenever God brought his people out of something he told them to "make a memorial to me" so you will always remember and never forget what I've done...well LaGrange is a place, that in my heart, I have always held as one of those memorials...as a place I will never forget, a beginning and a place I can look back to as a remembrance of what God has done in my life...
I was reminded of how in the Bible whenever God brought his people out of something he told them to "make a memorial to me" so you will always remember and never forget what I've done...well LaGrange is a place, that in my heart, I have always held as one of those memorials...as a place I will never forget, a beginning and a place I can look back to as a remembrance of what God has done in my life...
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