Diane

I have read several of the high drama blogs today, something I don’t normally do.  It saddens me to see a site designed for support to have seemingly degenerated into what I’ve seen today.  I realize that there are many more people who use this site than those that have posted and that gives me hope for it.

 My first year of university was at a small college in New England.  There was a lot of ethnic diversity and, sadly for a Christian school, a lot of tension that went with it.  I never had any issues with anyone, but it was very real and very apparent that differences were not being well tolerated.  My resident assistant was wonderful.  She had a group of kids who were from every corner of the globe and because of her, we all got along better than the rest of the dorm.  The following poem is something that she gave us at the beginning of the fall semester. 

Acquaintances move on.

People change homes.

People grow apart. 

Enemies hate and move on.

Friends love and move on.

You think of the many people who have moved in and out of your hazy memory.

You look at those present and wonder.

I believe in God’s master plan in lives.

He moves people in and out of each other’s lives, and each leaves his mark on the other.

You find you are made up of bits and pieces of all who have ever touched life.

You are more because of them, and would be less if they had not touched you.

Pray that you accept the bits and pieces in humility and wonder, and never question and never regret.

Bits and pieces, bits and pieces.