Mar. 26, 2007 - Changes
Life is full of changes.
We are born as small babies who can not take care of ourselves. We grow and learn to roll over, crawl, feed ourselves, walk, talk, even go potty by ourselves. It's a long slow process, but we change.
We grow a little more and we dress ourselves. We learn to read and we learn to add numbers. Maybe a sibling joins our family.
We grow even more and we learn to drive the family car. We hopefully learn to budget money and to balance a checking account.
We grow a bit more and one day we choose to walk down the aisle of a church and pledge our lives and love to another person. We embark on a totally new and different life--marriage--and our life changes drastically.
And then we become a mother. A tiny little baby joins our family and life once again changes so completely that many of us mark that defining change with initials--BC (before children).
Each of these changes is a natural normal part of life.
Yet, I hate changes. I fight every change that comes my way, kicking and screaming. I want life to stay the same. I like knowing what to expect and when to expect it. I like my nice little cozy spot in the world--it's secure, it's safe, it's what I *know*.
But change keeps coming. Life keeps barrelling on, rushing along with it's natural changes, no matter how hard I fight it. And somehow, I must learn to go with the flow, to lean on the Father, to believe in His love for me and in His promise that *all* things work to the good of those who love Him.
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