
Amanda, another good high school friend, teaches in Houston. The two of us planned to fly into the Atlanta airport within 20 minutes of eachother so, luckily, I was able to get a ride to/fromt the airport with her wonderful family. I also stayed the weekend with her family. It was super convenient as the two of us had identical plans for the entire weekend. They were so great to me.


Friday night, we went to Harvest Moon, the local bar. Haha--oh man! I was really wanting to get together with lots of high school friends...and apparently, we went to the only possible place where that could happen. We ran into tons, and tons of friends. I was pretty shocked to see so many people still in Albany (and even more who have returned to Alb). While everyone was drinking (and drinking, and drinking) I was running around seeing tons of old friends. Then, I went outside to talk to my friend Michael. He is a youth minister at a local church and didn't feel comfortable hanging around in the bar. I respected him a lot for that. I explained to him that I didn't neccessarily feel the Spirit in the bar (obviously) but I felt that it was OK for a "one-time-in-town" occasion. I know this is rationalizing, but I felt that everyone was watching me. I hadn't been around these people for 4.5 years...and i thought that it was good for them to see me still holding my standards, still not drinking, and still not into the bar scene. In one conversation, a good friend from early high school said, "i feel like such a bad person when I'm around you,"of course I was like, "oh my gosh, i'm so sorry." She hesitated and said, "no. I think that's a good thing...I need to be better." It was a really touching moment.
I went out to the truck with Michael. He had some questions he wanted to ask me about religion. He asked me who I believed Jesus Christ was. He asked me to explain my relationship with him. He also asked me really great questions about the atonement and the Saviors role in grace and basically the plan of salvation (the plan that explains how we came to earth, why we are here, and what are goals are on this earth that will allow us to return to him again someday.) His questions were very well thought out and I hoped that he recognizes the testimony of my Savior I do have. It was a really special moment. I'm glad we were able to have that conversation. It was really good for me to again vocalize my testimony of the reality of the living Christ.
I then returned to the bar (haha--i know...so funny). Said goodbye to everyone. Told a few high school friends who were smoking that they stank (I didn't mean to! I think i've gotten a little to bold in college? maybe?) And we left for the evening.



When we purchased the dresses, we knew I'd be adding sleeves and Carolyn arranged it so that we would all have different styles so I wouldn't stick out too much. Well that plan fell through and I was the only one with a different dress. Well worth it though :) Ms. Sorya (Carolyn's mom) and Ms. Beverly (Trae's mom) wished that we all had sleeves added because they liked it more







I loved seeing so many people that I've thought about over the years...and some I haven't thought of too much as well. I absolutely loved it. It was weird going back 4.5 years later. I'm an adult and can even have intelligent comments. The whole weekend, Amanda and I were discussing how grateful we were that we were able to leave town, but gosh, as I was sitting in church, I was so so grateful that I grew up there and I really could see myself going back some day. I just love the south. The people. The weather. And of course, good ol' southern hospitality.
2 comments:
Amber I'm so glad you had so much fun.. and that is awesome that you were able to share your testimony and show people that you are the same strong girl!! I love you so much and I'm so grateful you are in my life!!
I love this post so much because I have been to your hometown! Those people and places...it's all familiar.
I am happy you were able to go back and see your peeps down there. What an example you set. As I read, I was so impressed with your testimony and desire to be more like the Savior.
You go girl. Truly, I hope you are doing well. I miss you here in DC.
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