Thinking about him, and this final chapter of high school days, has brought to remembrance my own senior year of high school.
My least favorite year, besides the year I took chemotherapy, would be my senior year of high school, 1970-71. Pictured on the left is my senior portrait. Pretty solemn looking, I know.
The year 1970, brought our country nearing the end of the Vietnam war. Unfortunately, the draft was still in effect and my husband got his draft notice two weeks before he was to graduate high school. This was not good news.
His family had no money to send him to college, there was no such thing as Pell Grants, and I still had a year left of high school, so marriage was out of the question.
September, 1970, my senior year, began what was to be the loneliness year of my life.
A typical day for me would be go to school, come home, go to work at 5:00pm, work till 10:00pm at W. T. Grants department store, then back home, sleep and repeat.
In my "spare" time, I waited by the mailbox. Literally. There was no Internet in those days, no cell phones, and it would sometimes be weeks before a letter from the ship would reach my house.
It would also be the last year my mom and dad would be married. The war overseas was winding down and the 25 year old war between my parents was also coming to a close. Neither war would end well.
I prayed a whole lot that year and read the Bible. Someone, I can't remember who, had given me a Living Bible. It was the only bible in our house at the time. I read it and it gave me much comfort. I would even sleep with it at night, along with a picture of my husband tucked under my pillow.
I have since learned that there are much better versions of the bible, namely King James (my personal favorite). I think, though, that is the reason why I have difficulty criticizing other versions of the bible today, because if God could begin to speak to ME through a Living Bible, ( one of the least accurate, in my opinion, now) who am I to judge?
I mean, let's think about it. We serve a God who could, and would speak through rocks and burning bushes, if necessary (Luke 19:40)(Exodus 3:4)! And God's good people spend time quibbling over versions?
Looking back, it's pretty amazing that the two worst years of my life, that of my senior year, 1971 and the year I went through chemotherapy, 1989, I experienced a closeness to the Lord, unlike any other years of my life. No, I was not yet born again at the time of my senior year, but God let me know He was there, and I felt His love for me in a special way .
In May of 1971, the U.S. Navy allowed my husband to come home for two weeks, so I could be his bride.
We got married on a Wednesday and two days later I graduated from high school. Crazy I know, but we only had two weeks and we wanted to spend them as man and wife. It's been a very blessed 37 and a half years.
I've been well compensated for that lonely year of high school.
God is good like that.
Psalm 142:4-7 4) I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
5) I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
(Top introduction photo by the Denver Post taken of my youngest son on graduation day at Liberty University, Lynchburg, Va. He's the one with the cross on his hat)
~~~~~~Blessings of peace & all that is good!~~~~~~~~~~~~
***My original post spoke of being given an "Amplified Bible". That should have read "Living Bible". Old memories...old brain! Sheesh! LOL!