It had been thirty years since they last met. But the eyes. The shy grin. Hit life's "rewind" and notice two young boys playing in a thicket of willow bushes. Carving guns and swords out of old boards that were lying around. Eagerly shooting arrows in the air to see if they would disappear. Eating some type of dog biscuit as a snack because they were "hiding out."
Two young boys growing up in the country, playing, working, laughing and sometimes crying together. Shooting hoops in a yard, building treehouses, making a little money with a hay-hauling business.
When they were grown, one of them was Best Man for the other one. Then, somehow, they lost track.Thirty years. Then some emails were exchanged. And a phone call or two. Finally, this week, they got together and started catching up on life.
Mike was my best friend as I grew up. Other friends came and went, but when it was all done, Mike was the one who was there. Now, as a fairly new follower of Christ, Mike was able to come to the desert and spend a day.
By God's grace, it won't be the last one.