Passing Notes

Last night when I was about to go to bed, I found a big shoebox full of notes! And when you find a big shoebox full of notes you have to read every single one...

There were notes written on the back of permission slips about who started the pigtail trend and how great our bombardment team was. Then, there were special Valentine’s cards and more notes about creative invitations to the banquet and how the girls said yes. Notes about weekend plans, confusing boys, and phone calls from crushes. I found the ticket stub from my first concert, funny drawings, apology letters, and gossip. From Ozark there were the notes that came with cookies on cookie day, complaints of dorm rules, postcards from Grandma, and Friday night letters.

How can I throw that stuff away? I can't! I think I might have every note I’ve ever been given. After reading these, I feel so thankful for the people in my life. When I was grumpy, or gossipy I had a friend to help me. And the days when I was happy, or excited, someone was happy with me.

Getting ready to leave for Loma Linda is a little sad for me because I hardly know anyone out there. But I think this box of notes was just what I needed to find. God has given me great friends for every stage of my life and He will take care of me this time, too.

Look what I found at the end of one of the notes. :)