I drove down to my alma mater yesterday. One of my former voice students was doing her senior recital, and she had asked me months ago if I would be willing to come down for it. As soon as I came over the hill where the campus sits, I gasped at the changes that had taken place over the past twelve years. The college looks beautiful. Just as I remember it, only a little bigger. This is the school of music, where I spent many hours as a vocal music education major.I arrived early and spent that time walking around the campus and reminiscing. I ran into several friends and professors, and it was very good to be back there.My student did a great job. I was so proud of her and her accomplishments. She has grown a great deal, and it was so special to see her standing on the same stage where I had stood many times before. I am so glad she chose my alma mater for her school, because she has had a fantastic experience, as did I. Here we are at the reception afterwards:Her mom and dad were understandably emotional. (I was a bit teary too!) They hadn't really heard her sing since the her last recital with my studio! Truly, it's amazing how fast the time goes. Now she's a senior, contemplating graduate school. I must admit, this makes me feel a little old!
Life has changed so much since those carefree college days. It was humbling to look back and be reminded of the plan God had in mind when I arrived on campus for the first time. I was so young...who knew I'd meet my husband there and that someday I'd be sitting in the audience watching one of my own students perform?
It's like coming full circle.