Changing Seasons
I don’t like change, and there are especially seasons of life that are difficult. My family has been through a lot of seasons over the years–good times and bad times, ups and downs–but, as much as I have bucked against the changes, I would not be the person I am today if I had not gone through them.
I think the reason that I vehemently dislike change is that I don’t care for the unknown. I like to be in control, and how can I control something that I can’t see … like the future?
I started writing this a while ago but what better time to post than at a time when we are fixin’ to head into autumn. Although I am enjoying the cooler days, and I can appreciate the colored leaves, I do not like what it represents: the coming of winter! Even in this, though, I know God’s plan is perfect. The land needs the moisture that the snow provides so that the farmers can produce better crops (or so I have heard). Therefore, whereas I used to complain about winter, I don’t anymore. I know it serves a purpose, and spring will come again. The same is true of the seasons of life.
If nothing ever changed, we would never grow. If we never grew, we would stagnate and become lukewarm. If we were lukewarm, God would spit us out of his mouth. Now that I think about it, I love change! 🙂
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