I hate change. Especially when I don’t want to, whether it is moving to another town, Starbucks dropping my Chocolate Truffle, my boys not dragging their blankets into my room in the middle of the night to snuggle into bed with us, or something as simple as leaving my favorite season – Fall
Some seasons are so hard to release – to just let go
But Seasons Change, whether we want them to or not
Being a child of God
a daughter of the King
a princess in His Kingdom
does not stop seasons from changing
While God never changes, we do
Because we are a continual work in progress
being sculpted into the work of heart we were created to become
Big changes and little Changes
little and Big
Trail Blazers of Change, those willing to step on the path of change
Abram, Naomi, Moses, Ruth, David, Esther, Jacob, Mary, Elijah, Rachael, Peter, Leah, Saul
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; …” (Ecc. 3:1-22)
A time to change
Is God calling you to a seasonal change?
One You are not eager for?
But out of faith, would not pass for the world?
Dear Father, give me not just strength, but courage and desire to not only step on the path, but to stay on this path of change you have called me to. Let me not look back in regret, missing the familiar, the comfortable. Let me not look too far forward to become overwhelmed with this journey. Rather, let open my eyes to the joy in each daily step that leads me closer to completing this change you are working in my life. Let me seek pleasure in the cardinal that shoots out ahead of my path. Let me be comforted in the brightness of the sun on a cold moment. Let me find delight in the determination of a squirrel’s business of gathering nuts, preparing for winter – to and fro, to and fro until dusk comes and the snow falls. Let me find joy in the journey, similar to traveling a path covered with crisp autumn leaves – kicking them into the air just to hear the beauty of the noise and the smell of the season. Instead of crying tears that threaten to drown heart for this mission of change, let those tears be like water to hungry roots of change. Let me rest in peace knowing that this journey of change will be successfully complete
because you are with me all the way.