|Billy, an unknown friend of his, Steve,|
Sis and me- 1978
Late Friday night I received notice that I had a new comment on a post that was several weeks old. Generally, that means it is SPAM. I clicked on the comment and didn't recognize the blog name of the nameless person who left the comment, but I saw a name I recognized., so I read on before deleting. After a moment, my heart began to race. I knew the author. As I read on, I discovered that someone from my high school days had read one of my earliest posts. Old Friends. and wanted to share it with her old Western Guilford High School friend Sabrina Perry. Even though she never gave her name in the comment, I recognized the writer as Sabrina immediately when she wrote, "I am now the mother of six sons and have told all of them about you and Steve, Brother 1 and Brother 2 (though I can never remember which is which)!" Steve Semmler and I only had one "sister" in our high school years. This was my Sis, who I hadn't spoken to in over 20 years. And I could not have been more excited!
We exchanged comments and I gave her my phone number. On Saturday, I texted Steve to tell him that "she who had been lost had been found!" And then Saturday night, my Sis and I spent 2 glorious hours talking on the phone. I learned about her boys. I learned about her life these past 20 years- the highs and the lows. I shared with her my story, and she showed me amazing grace. We both spoke of the wondrous presence of God in our lives, and how despite our struggles we were both blessed beyond measure. I discovered an old friend who has a deeper, more personal relationship with Jesus than most anyone I have ever known. And in those 2 hours we rediscovered why, along with Steve, we had been so close all those years ago - we simply love each other like family. Steve and I were in her home so often that her parents were Ma & Pa Perry to us. Her little brother Billy was our little brother too. We ate enough peanut brittle, blonde brownies and tacos there to feed us for the rest of our lives. We shared so many highs- and our share of lows. But we never quit loving each other. And suddenly, here she was- back in my life because of this very blog. Don't try to tell me it's not a God Thing.
The picture at the top was taken when Steve and I drove down on our spring break from college in 1978 to visit the Perry family at their new home in Jacksonville. We had an amazing week (including my first ever visit to Walt Disney World). We were all so young, and so connected. None of us really know how we drifted apart, or why it has been so long. But one thing I do know for sure- it will not happen again. God has given us a second chance- through the wonders of technology that didn't even exist the last time we talked- to be the kind of friends and the kind of family we were meant to be. She told me Saturday night how good it felt to be called Sis again. It felt good to be Brother 1 again. And make no mistake Steve...I AM Brother One! :) We will go forward together, a family once again. And I will not stop smiling anytime soon...
Because of Jesus,