Moving to Wilmore, Kentucky in 1987 brought about some change for the new Austin Family. Anita was a Registered Nurse for the first time, I started Seminary and we met Lynn and Wendy Lewis. This was in the days before children and we were younger and life was more simple.
26 years have passed since that first meeting. Over that time we have enjoyed seeing one another during an occasional summer vacation or family trip. Facebook has offered a renewed connection, but it’s been more than thirteen years since we’ve been face-to-face and enjoyed one another and comfort that comes from like-minded friends.
The Lewis Family are wonderful people and I’m happy to call them friends. Lynn is a brilliant man who dreams big dreams and trusts that God will make them reality in their perfect time. Wendy is a passionate defender of the downhearted and her beautiful children.
Imagine my joy when I learned that they live less than 20 minutes from our hotel room here in Houston. The opportunity to spend time with the dear ones was too much to pass up. Saturday supper, Easter morning church and a wonderful Sunday Lunch were welcome opportunities to celebrate our nearly three-decades of friendship, catch up on life’s journey and reminisce about old times.
Despite the fact that they are from the deep south and we are cold northerners, we still love deeply. Although Wendy is a died-in-the-wool conservative and I’m a Obama-lovin’ Democrat, we can tolerate time together at the same table. When we are together, these things no longer matter. All that matters is our love for one another.
Our long-standing friendship has stood against the test of time and when we see one another we exchange tight hugs, laugh easily and often, and occasionally shed tears of sorrow or joy.
The trip to Houston has been worth every mile traveled, if for no other reason than the opportunity to share moments with friends like these.