my adventures in northern indiana
I am not a fan of change. My husband views change as an adventure. Well, I am NOT an adventurous person. In fact, I find adventure quite scary. I prefer to live a quiet life that always stays the same.
I know that probably sounds completely awful to some, but hopefully there is at least one other person in the world that understands my aversion to change (and/or adventure).
But no matter how much I dislike it, and no matter how hard I try to avoid it, change is simply a part of life. And this summer, change is being bombarded at me from all sides!
First, Carmen will be going to Hillcrest. Then Dana, Violet and Carrie will be moving back to South Carolina. And then Wendell and Sara will be moving to Montana! Oh, and sometime after they move, the first grand baby for the Miller’s will arrive!
Eek! So much change!
What do I do with it all!? How do I process it all!? How do I not freak out, run to the nearest beach and burry my head very far down in the sand!?
Okay, seriously…where IS the nearest beach (preferably, with very soft sand!)!?
Honestly, I’m still figuring out exactly how to handle change…these changes and every change that comes after this.
Prayer. Prayer is very important. Lots of prayer! And then praying some more!
And resting. Resting in the fact that God is in control. He’s got it all figured out even if that curve in the road does freak me out pretty bad.
Oo! Oo! Good analogy alert (that was JUST thought of!)! It’s like being a passenger on a motorcycle while going around a curve. You can’t lean against the curve or you’ll mess the balance up and cause a wreck. You have to trust the driver and just let your body go with the bike. Trust me. That’s not always easy!
And when it is hard, you just close your eyes and let go.
Now, wasn’t that a perfect analogy for handling this whole change thing!? Close your eyes. Pray (should maybe do that while on the bike too!). And let go.
Now I’ll go work on that…
Scratch the whole beach thing.