Ten, Twenty, Thirty Meme

Sally tagged me to do this meme last week, although I hope she doesn’t feel old when she sees how old I was in 1977.

1997: I was a volunteer missionary for the Church of the Nazarene in Barcelona. I loved it. I fell in love with the city and have never quite recovered. It was hard work, but I had a lot of fun and made some good friends. It opened my eyes to see that God could do whatever he wanted to do in my life.

1987: I was starting my senior year of high school and was looking forward to being “free.” I was so excited about turning 18 the next year and finally being all grown up. Of course I didn’t realize that being all grown up included things like having to pay your own bills. And yes, you have added correctly: next year is my 20 year reunion. Our class is gearing up for the reunion. I probably won’t be able to go since they will be meeting over Spring Break, which is Easter weekend. I plan on having to preach an Easter sermon in my new church plant that morning.

1977: I was in second grade. We lived in Prescott, Arizona (we didn’t move to Oklahoma until I was 13), and I attended Miller Valley grade school. I think this was the year I got chicken pox. I promptly shared the pox with my then 4 year old sister. But the good thing about that is she does not remember having them, and I barely remember having them. I have two aunts who didn’t get the chicken pox until they were in their twenties when their kids brought it home from school. I think it’s much better to have them young and not quite remember them than to have them all grown up.