Healing

Old Wounds

by PamFord Davis 
06/27/17
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I had a great time in 7^th grade.

It was a time of puppy love (along with a school girl crush on my homeroom teacher). I made friends easily. Nancy, Kathy and I were a threesome in and out of class. I enjoyed school. 

Then, the school year was over. Would we all pass and be in an 8^th grade homeroom together?

I’ll never forget the gist of our teacher’s answer (or as I interpreted it).

We would be staying together (unless we had done something wrong).

School resumed in the fall.

I readied myself for 8^th grade with anticipation, new clothes and school supplies.

On opening day, I learned that I was not assigned a homeroom with friends. As days past, my feelings of isolation increased. I was unable to cope. One day in social studies class, tears began to flow.

Asking why I was crying, the attentive and compassionate teacher called me to her desk. I explained that I had not been promoted with my 7^th grade homeroom class. Continuing, I shared the rest. I thought that I must have done something wrong. She said that was not the case. Class assignments were not made that way.

I felt some relief but it was minimal and temporary. The damage had already been done. I missed my friends and failed to make new ones. Never before having much difficulty with schoolwork, I then struggled. New math terrified me. Would you believe that we were given instructions involving hieroglyphics?

I repeated the 8^th grade after transferring to another school. The dark cloud did have a silver lining. I made lasting friendships with classmates in the new school. The LORD heals wounds.

“He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds (Psalm 147:3 HCSB).”

The LORD also renews relationships.

I have reconnected with one of my two best friends from 7^th grade. I can hardly contain my excitement! I’ll be seeing Nancy next month during a trip back home.