50th Nursing Class Reunion
This past month I attended my 50th nursing class reunion in Lincoln, Nebraska. All I can say is—thank goodness for name tags! Most of these classmates I hadn’t seen since we walked down that aisle fifty years ago to receive our well-deserved diplomas.
Just as I had difficulty recognizing many, I caught several people sneaking glances at my name tag as well. Our physiques had matured, and many had gained beautiful manes of white and gray.
Memories on Display
On display were our stylish blue-and-white school uniforms and our all-white graduation dress, modeled by mannequins. Thank goodness for mannequins too—I’m guessing few of us could serve as live models for those outfits now.
Lying on the table nearby were some of the worn books we had our noses in every day for two full years. Old photographs and a yearbook rounded out the display.
Reminiscing Together
What a fun evening we had—reminiscing, catching up, and sharing nursing experiences from the past five decades. One of the event organizers asked how many of us still make beds with mitered corners. Hands shot up across the room.
As each person stood to share about their careers, families, and where they now lived, three of us huddled over the yearbook retrieved from the display table. Connie, sitting in the middle, flipped through the pages while Brenda and I leaned in. Together, we searched for the “young picture” of the person speaking, hoping to refresh our memories about who was really talking.
God Never Forgets
We had our work cut out for us that evening—trying to remember faces, voices, and details about one another. But aren’t we fortunate that God never has to rely on a name tag to identify us? He knows everything about us.
My favorite Psalm (139) reminds us that He even knows our words before we speak them. Matthew 10:30 tells us that He knows the number of hairs on our heads. And Isaiah 49:16 says we are so important to Him that our names are written on the palm of His hand.
Unlike our struggles at the reunion, it doesn’t sound like He’s going to forget anything about us in the next fifty years.
Until next time… keep on readin’ and I’ll keep on writin’.
Kate
Praise God! Thank you for sharing!