For some reason, January 1 just didn’t do it for me.
Shawn went back to Longwood yesterday. That makes the New Year seem more…here. We are back to a more normal state.
Typing “more normal state” and then reading it back made me laugh out loud.
I’m not really sure what “normal” is anymore. I’m not really sure I believe “normal” exists anymore.
I have realized as I’m getting older that I am resistant to change.
I resisted the new normal of Shawn being away at college. Now I’m resisting his returns for extended periods of time. It just throws me off, as much as I adore that kid.
I am completely resisting the new normal of life with a rebellious, angry, self-centered 18 year old daughter. After the exchange of a few words last night before she went out, I awoke to see she never came home last night. This is the new normal. And I hate it.
I can honestly say I’m resisting the new normal of turning 49 at the end of this month and the 49 year old body that has tagged along with that new normal. That is one change I am trying to change, lol.
So, as I begin this “first day of the New Year,” I have discovered that normal is all about continuous change. Even the normalness of my morning quiet time is ever changing. God’s Word is alive. Every time I read a familiar verse, He says something different to me.
That is a change I want to embrace.