It’s no secret that I’m a sucker for heartfelt messages and thoughtful gestures, and I think my friends have picked up on that over the years. Then again, who isn’t? I have been blessed with amazing friends over the years, and I’m constantly amazed that I ever have an impact on anyone. More often than not, I think deeply about how the things I do have little to no impact on the lives of others, and why should they? Talk is cheap, and indeed, that seems to be all I’m good at. Nevertheless, I’m occasionally reminded as I am on this day, the day my daughter is to be married (whoops, wrong movie – go watch the Godfather!), that somehow, I’ve meandered far enough into people’s hearts to find myself meaning something.
Perhaps it’s ego-stroking, but perhaps it’s waking up from a dream of false identity. Most likely, it’s a mix of the two. Growing up in a culture of perseverance begetting further expectation, verbal expression of appreciation was nigh unheard of. Passing through the valleys of depression led to a lack of weightiness to this life; the side effect was believing myself to be barely existing, just a breeze that was pleasant enough to take note of but for a moment. And so, when I’m met with so much appreciation and shows of kindness, it becomes rather confusing to sift through. On one hand, I ought not enjoy it so much because I’ve really done nothing worthy of the attention that I’m receiving, but on the other hand, it’s nice to find reason not to listen to the silent acceptance of meaning very little.
As it rains outside and as my eyelids begin to wage war against my wide-open consciousness, gratitude sinks heavy in my heart. I am nobody, but Christ in me is more than enough to find an identity in. Thank you all for seeing past the shortcomings and pointing me to where Christ has redeemed my wretched life. As we usher in the new year, I hope some of us can continue to encourage one another on this crazy journey of life to understand just how deeply Christ is involved in shaping and sanctifying who we are. You all didn’t have to remind me of the memories that we made together, but I’m really glad that you did. It’s been a humbling day just thinking about all of you and seeing that I have no reason to continue on in insecurity about my friendships, which has been a bit of a struggle for me from time to time. If I have any boast in this world, it’s that God has granted me the most precious of friendships with all of you and with Himself, and that means more than enough to me. I mean something, but that’s founded on God and God alone.