Wednesday, February 3, 2010

This thing called life...

I think it is funny how you can not be in contact with someone for weeks, months, or even years, but when you reconnect with certain people things just pick back up where you left off. Almost like no time has passed when in reality it could have been several years. This just happened to me with a really good friend from my senior year. Normally I am the person that goes up to people assuming that they want to be my friend. I think everyone should be my friend. Cocky? No just like friends. My senior year my family moved from Pekin Illinois to Jamestown North Dakota. Not a great move for me being it was my last year of high school, but it was what it was. Right before school started I received a phone call from a girl named Leigh Carter. Here is how the conversation went:
ME-Hello
LEIGH-Hi, is this Scot.
ME-Yes,
LEIGH-Do you like football?
ME-Sure i guess
LEIGH-Good we will be at your house in 10 min. to go to a football game...
ME-Uh....
LEIGH-Oh my name is Leigh, i am freinds with Cindy Hanson (who is my moms best friend fro HS)
ME-OK?? mom i think i am going to a football game, with leigh, i dont know her either....

That was the first conversation with my good friend from High School. She is now a pastors wife, and I think struggling with the whole typical "pastor-wife." All the dumb expectations that people put on people in the ministry is pretty frusterating and annoying. So Leigh...Here is my advise to you. SCREW IT. You be the pastor's wife that God is creating you to be. Dont worry about what people say. You be you. God has you in that job because He thinks you are the perfect partner for Dan, and the perfect person to be the first lady of your church.
And after we kinda reconnected it made me think of all the people God has brought to me in my life. I dont really know a stranger. I am the person people dread to sit with on air plane, why? Because if I sit with you, and even if I have no clue who you are, I will talk your ear off. My best friend from High School, I went up to him in the cafeteria and asked him for lunch money one day. We clicked and became best friends. I think I still owe him the money....hope he is not reading this.
As a youth pastor it is hard to find time to find friends your age, and that can be really frustrating. I love being with my youth group. But sometimes you just need to be with people your age so for a short time you can be an adult. But then I remember that being an adult isnt as fun.

~Learning as I Go~
One-t

3 comments:

We are Dan and Leigh. said...

Ha! I love that story! I'm actually struggling more with work than anything, but yes, I definitely struggle with the stereotype of being a "pastor's wife". Nobody puts me in a box! By the way, Dan is the first husband. I will never be a first lady! :) Take care and hello to your fam!

One-T said...

HAHAHA That sounds like you. What is up with your job? I can come open a can for you. Just say i am your bro. People thought we looked alike anyway...

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