emily kate

I remember as a child having moments of near panic and sadness thinking life was going by too quickly. I mean, I would sometimes cry thinking how I missed those carefree days of riding my bicycle around ACU with my friend Lacy Kaughfold from down the street or dressing up in costumes to go trick or treating when I was just a kid and here I was about to start middle school, and what happened to those fleeting days of my childhood? Then of course it was remembering those days of middle school going roller blading with friends or having slumber parties, then it was starting to drive and having dinner parties and scavenger hunts with friends in high school, then in college always surrounded by people who were willing to go to Oplin or Dallas or Tennessee at a moment's notice just as long as we were together, and traveling to Japan and England with family and friends. Every now and then nostalgia creeps up on me when I don't expect it or see it coming. It always brings happy memories but with it too a kind of sadness that those things can never be experienced again. It reminds me how short life is, that I should appreciate and cherish each moment without looking with regret at the past or with anxiety at the future. And that this world is not my home, just a temporary place where I can try to live my life in a way that builds others up and enjoy the relationships here while I have them, while looking forward to eternity. But sometimes I just wish I could go back. And tonight I want to have back this week last summer when I was on wilderness trek. And I want to hug those friends again and tell them I love them.