August Writing Challenge - Day 6 - Change
Okay. This may be the worst one for me to write, because I HATE change! I like my comfort zone. I want everybody in my life to get along (like I once believed they did, since they would pretend for my sake), and I do NOT like having to alter my own perceptions to fit a change that I did not bring about myself. I'm a control freak. I like to know what's happening next. I can be flexible, as long as I have some warning and time to brace myself.
I have faith that all things will work together for my good, as long as I obey God and try my best to always do the right thing. My problem is that I want to know WHEN the good part is going to come, what form it will come in, and the signs I need to look out for as I wait for the good stuff to come. When I look back in hindsight, I realize that all of the changes that have happened previously were merely just steps in the shift my life was taking to prepare me for the things to come.
For example:
When I was a junior in college, I decided to change my major from Early Childhood Education to History. Because of this change, I had to research other jobs that my degree would be useful in that is NOT teaching. I came across information about School Psychology, a career that embodies all of my talents and interests. I am now entering my second year in a program that will take me straight to my doctorate.
While I was away in graduate school, my family and church had to adjust to life after my grandfather's passing. I had a VERY difficult time adjusting to so many changes taking place at once and I fought against accepting them. I have finally learned that there are some things that have to change, one, so that the new leadership can operate effectively. Also, we had to get out of our comfort zone because we needed to be seeking God more actively, and that tends to happen when one is unsure of what to do. Looking back on this year, my spiritual maturity has grown in leaps and bounds and I am so grateful!
So. Change is NOT my friend. It's like that nasty Buckley's cold medicine that your mom forced down your throat when you had a bad cold. Tastes horrible, makes you cough and search for an orange juice chaser. But when it was over, your sinuses cleared and you could breath again. That's change. There are a LOT of coughs. It doesn't please me as it takes its course through my life. But when it's over, I know I'll be able to look back on it and breathe.
I have faith that all things will work together for my good, as long as I obey God and try my best to always do the right thing. My problem is that I want to know WHEN the good part is going to come, what form it will come in, and the signs I need to look out for as I wait for the good stuff to come. When I look back in hindsight, I realize that all of the changes that have happened previously were merely just steps in the shift my life was taking to prepare me for the things to come.
For example:
When I was a junior in college, I decided to change my major from Early Childhood Education to History. Because of this change, I had to research other jobs that my degree would be useful in that is NOT teaching. I came across information about School Psychology, a career that embodies all of my talents and interests. I am now entering my second year in a program that will take me straight to my doctorate.
While I was away in graduate school, my family and church had to adjust to life after my grandfather's passing. I had a VERY difficult time adjusting to so many changes taking place at once and I fought against accepting them. I have finally learned that there are some things that have to change, one, so that the new leadership can operate effectively. Also, we had to get out of our comfort zone because we needed to be seeking God more actively, and that tends to happen when one is unsure of what to do. Looking back on this year, my spiritual maturity has grown in leaps and bounds and I am so grateful!
So. Change is NOT my friend. It's like that nasty Buckley's cold medicine that your mom forced down your throat when you had a bad cold. Tastes horrible, makes you cough and search for an orange juice chaser. But when it was over, your sinuses cleared and you could breath again. That's change. There are a LOT of coughs. It doesn't please me as it takes its course through my life. But when it's over, I know I'll be able to look back on it and breathe.
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