Feeling a tad nostalgic with all the changes…

So much is going on this Fall. It’s not that it’s bad, it’s just…different.

I don’t do change well at all. I suppose I never have. 

The kids are growing up.

The olders are getting older and have gone on to the other side. My parents are now the oldest generation in our family which means *yikes* we are the next oldest generation, lol.

Sarah has started working at a Christian preschool and started taking classes again.

Brett is a junior at WSHS and Shawn is in his last semester at Longwood.

Our Pastor of nine years has “retired” and I’m pretty sure is never coming back from “vacation” in Maine (shhhh…don’t tell his wife, Carolyn cuz she’s all about the South and warmth.)

Russell’s dad has moved into Assisted Living.

It’s just all too much stinkin’ change.

I keep trying to stop the spinning of change. I’ve even gotten angry with God about it. This morning I sat down for my quiet time and really had nothing to say and nothing I wanted to hear.

My plan is not The Plan, however and God (and Gannon Sims, our guest preacher) knew just what I needed to hear. And I listened and felt better.

After lunch with besties, I sat down to just chill and reflect and a random (as if) scripture popped into my brain…Proverbs 31…the Wife of Noble Character…

…she can laugh at the days to come.

Because really, that is the problem. All of the changes happening are due to aging…mine; everyone’s; every thing’s. 

…she can laugh at the days to come.

She is embracing the days to come. She is joyful and looking forward to the days to come. She is content and sure of the days to come. Because she knows that she is not in control and, honestly, that is a comfort.

Every day is a change. It’s true that we don’t always look forward to some changes and certainly don’t embrace all changes, but my God is a God of change…ensuring that I change and grow and those around me, as well…and He is also the same today, yesterday and in the future, ensuring I am secure in that knowledge and during any changes.

Heady stuff indeed this first Sunday in September.