Things change whether we want them to or not.
We change. Not just the seasons.
Flower petals fall, leaves turn color, the wind even feels different—
In the Fall.
We are like the seasons.
If things never changed, if we never changed, there would be no growth.
Growth is uncomfortable. It can be chilling; diverse.
And it can be painful.
It calls for walking through walls, doors, going through dark tunnels…
What are we going to do with change? What can we do differently now–because of it?
What solutions can we make? Are there any?
Though bleak, like withered leaves, there are always options–whether we want/think we can or not–grab onto those options or go an entirely different route.
And who are we.
Who are you now; who am I, exactly?…
Changes can make/bring on personality changes–whether asked or not. Temporarily or not.
A confused state, let’s hope, is just a confused state. We have to make a full effort to get out of it.
Trust is there somewhere–hidden or shoved aside. But it always resided brightly or dimmed.
Trust shifts in every situation that demands change.
Does a person give up, throw in the towel, walk away from what they know they could never win?
Where do you get the right answer/answers? Who really has the right answer?
Maybe winning takes on another face, a new different/strange turn, even a brand new thought and thought pattern.
Realization is, we all lose at times. We don’t always get to win. We’re human beings with great intentions.
We’re human beings with fragile hearts;
–and at times, with a cluttered mind–We’re not God, Himself.
Throw in an array of feelings that need help.
We’re fragile people who can be brave, strong, also mighty!
Toast is going to burn on occasion, a glass is going to tip over and bust–figuratively speaking.
Pieces will fling everywhere.
The wind and seasons will turn. We walk against the wind; the wind against us.
We can get through these moments, breathe in, through all the messes that life is blowing our way.
We can totally do this, during all seasons of life–though very difficult.
It gets hard.
It’s tough, more times than not.
“Everything is temporary.” Is it?
Do we make it longer than a temporary situation?
How long are we willing to hurt? Are we punishing ourselves, each other?
Do we punish God?
Do you punish Him when you don’t take healthy care of yourself?
Do you hurt God when you deny yourself of real love, joy, genuine peace?
Yes, I do.
I do that sometimes.
Jesus, Lord, forgive me of denying Your great power and grace during these times when You truly make it an easier route to take–these steps–this road. Carry me,
Thank You, my Savior–
My greatest love.
Please take good care of yourself, and call out to Him, too…
The burdens are for Him to carry.