A little back story for perspective…
I used to be afraid of change. I grew up in what some might think of as an unstable household with a single mother that worked a lot of hours to provide for our family. It has always been me, my mom, my brother and my sister. We visited our dad when we could and he came to see us at our school functions as often as he was able. Most of our free time was spent at church or at our grandparent’s house, where our cousins became our best friends and being with family was my most favorite thing in the world to do.
Even though the world around me was constantly changing, I barely ever noticed because I was happy with the world that I knew, with my family and in the church. Many seasons would come and go, as time went on we got older and although there were times when we would not see each other, I could always count on the times when we would. Every holiday, most birthdays, an occasional wedding or funeral and our most favorite time of the year, the Yamboree (the Yamboree is a festival in our hometown that our family has oddly always treated as some sort of holiday or family reunion) it truly is the best time of the year.
Each year that went by came with small changes that I barely even noticed, and some that were more apparent than others. A cousin that got married and added a new member to the family, that then had a baby and added another. Birthdays going by and moving on in school where each year brought new opportunities and sometimes new friends. My brother moving off to college and leaving us three girls in the house, which was a huge change, but we saw him a lot and he was close enough where it was like he never left. Then, my sister falling in love, getting married, and having her first child and leaving our home and starting her “new life”.
I actually managed pretty well with change up until my teenage years, when changes were happening what seemed like every second and I could not keep up. Over the next couple of years or pretty much through my entire teenage stint, I stayed on this rollercoaster that I could not wait to get off of and eventually did when I turned twenty. It was not until then that I learned about the different seasons in life and how they contribute to who we are and where we are going. That nothing lasts forever and everything changes with time.
…when changes were happening what seemed like every second and I could not keep up.
I cannot pinpoint exactly when I decided to embrace change for the better, but when I did my perspective on life changed with it. We all have different seasons in our life from our childhood, to our adolescence, then on to being an adult. Before we start school, the twelve years in-between, college, dating, marriage, having children, a career, the list goes on. Each season is different for everyone and no two seasons are the same from one person to the next.
When I was twenty, I walked into a new season in my life, where I met my husband and we had our first child. Then a couple of years later a new season came, where we bought our first home and had our second child. After that, we experienced a season of growth when his hours got cut at work and then in time his company shut down and laid everyone off completely. During this time I left my position as a stay at home mom and ventured out into the work world and into a new season of my own.
As each year has gone by, so many things have changed that I can hardly keep up, but make for a great time sitting back on the porch and reminiscing about with family and friends. Our family has grown into separate directions because we have all made “new” families of our own. We still see each other on certain holidays and if we are lucky and able to, at the Yamboree. As much as I loved the times when we were all together and soak up every minute when we get to now, I understand that this is just the way life goes and with each new season comes inevitable change and new memories.
…but make for a great time sitting back on the porch and reminiscing about with family and friends.
As I said before, seasons are different for everyone. When I was meeting my husband and having our first child, other’s my age were in their second year of college and looking to start their careers. Just as, the time I started my career, others my age were just now settling down to start their families. Each season brings new changes, and if you pay attention will show you the changes that have been made in you. I for one look forward to the new seasons, the changes that come with them, and what God has in store for me as I start a new journey. I will not lie, I still stumble with change from time to time, especially when it hits you out of nowhere and you are not prepared for it. But, I once was afraid of change, and now it’s one of my favorite parts of life and I have learned to embrace it and see what new wonders it brings; because at the end of the day, change is a beautiful thing.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time, accepting hardships as a pathway to peace. Taking, as Jesus did, this sinful world as it is, and not as I would have it. Trusting that you will make all things right if I surrender to your will, that I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with you forever in the next. Amen.
Beautiful Southern Heart