change

change is so hard.

 

I am one who loves to be spontaneous, but I also love my routine. I hate change. I hate it when things get shaken up.

 

I never moved very much as a kid....my family was fairly unstable and there wasn't a ton of change that took place when I was growing up. But things weren't always easy. My mom was sick alot (she had 2 kidney transplants) My dad was an alcoholic (he went to treatment when I was in 5th grade and has been sober ever since) We were a foster family (so there were different kids in and out alot) But other than those things, there wasn't a ton of change.

 

Since I have graduated high school (14 years ago) my life has been SO full of change.

 

When I was 17 I was SO ready to move away and " get out" of the little tiny town I grew up in. So I moved 2,500 miles away to be with a boy. We ended up getting married....and then 2 years later getting divorced. Change.

 

Then I moved home to that little tiny town...only to move away 2,000 miles away again with another boy after we got married. Then got divorced. Change.

 

After 7 years of constant change. I finally met the one that God had intended for me to spend the rest of my life with. And we stayed here, in this tiny little town. But there is still change all the time. Change that shakes up my world. Change that hurts....change that heals....change that gives hope.

 

But its still not easy. I don't like it when things don't go my way, or according to my plan. I don't LIKE change! (unless of course its my idea)

 

Do you like change? What if you knew that taking a certain path would require change? Would you keep going down that road?

 

 

I hope so. Because even though I hate change...every time something in my life changes...something good happens. Maybe not right away...but eventually. But so many times I know that if I were to see the change coming, I would have turn around and started running the other way.

 

Its kind of like a rose bush. It has to be pruned to make it be the best it can be. Parts of it die....and change. But then the new growth happens. And the new growth...AFTER the change...is the best part of the rose bush.

 

Now, I love me some roses...Pink ones. If my husband brought me pink roses every day...I would be in heaven. But those roses are a reminder. A reminder that change sucks. But beauty comes after a change.

 

What changes are you facing today?