Yesterday, as I stood in a classroom watching the seniors in our academy being honored, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and pride soar through the room. As each senior's name was called I began to remember the first time we met as they entered the academy as juniors. In the two years we were together I have been blessed with being able to reach out a helping hand to many of them. Whether it was in small ways (such as letting them borrow a pen) or big ways (as in sitting with them as they share the pains of parents who have kicked them out of the house) the time I spent with them was always special to me.
I will miss those seniors. I will miss the laughs and the cries, the arguments and the acceptance, the attitudes and the understandings, and I will miss the conversations the most. Of course in today's culture they will never be too far away. We can continue to be friends through social media and be able to see what's going on with each other's life.
My thoughts will always go to them and my heart will always keep the room they made in it open for them to stay in when they need it. Mostly, though, my prayers will be for their continued success in finding their gifts and developing those gifts in a way that will best make the life of others around them better.
Yes, the high school chapter of their lives is over and the coming into adulthood is just beginning. May the search for what life is about never end.
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