I am usually accepting of change. My husband asked, “Do you want to move to Florida?” A few short years later, he asked, “Do you want to move back home?” With some prayer and a strong belief in the first move, I went enthusiastically. The move home came with trepidation. Nine years later, I admit my heart has never accepted this change.
Our lives have swept the currents of chaos for years following that move, and I hold a grudge. I search for reasons for the change that came so long ago, but have no real clarity. I am blessed to be near my grandkids, and that is what carries me. I no longer embrace change like I used to. A confession I wish I never had to make.
However, if there is a time and a season for everything, then my fight is futile. What God has planned will come to be. Even in the plans of this world, he is ready and will move for the good. We believe in the power of a mighty God. There is comfort if we trust, even when we don’t understand. When change comes by expectation or surprise, He provides and carries us through.
That is the gift we receive, no matter the reconstruction of life; we are never alone in it.