Have you ever stopped to think about how everything is always changing? You can’t stop it, you can’t fight it. Everything changes. Whether you like it or not. Everything.
Some changes are exciting, some are hard. Others are bittersweet — looking forward to something, yet knowing your life will never be the same again.
It will change — permanently. The decisions you make will alter your life — forever. The books you read, the things you say, the way you act, the people you spend time with, will all have an impact on your life.
Do you ever sit and ponder this? Seasons change — you have the soft greens and gentle breezes of spring. New life, new growth. Even the wind blowing seems to whisper about the promises of what will happen. Then the greens deepen to a darker, more somber green. The soft grass gives way to rough. The air becomes still and humid. Plants mature. You sweat in the sweltering heat of the summer, and wonder if the cooler weather will ever come. One day you wake up chilled. The air smells like autumn. The brisk, cool breezes make the changing leaves dance and whirl to the ground. Plants start to die. Birds start to fly away. The warm rays of sunshine that give the fall days their beautiful glow take the place of the harsh rays of summer. Then comes the winter — blustery, windy, and frigidly cold. The green of pines and drab browns and grays of dormant plants are everywhere. Everything changes.
Seasons come, and seasons go. Nothing can stop that. The Lord has promised that as long as the “earth remains, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.” (Genesis 8:22)
Each season in our life comes and goes as well. Sometimes good. Sometimes sad. But each used by God for His glory. The dreams you had when you were eight, growing up, will change when you are older. The stories your younger siblings tell you will change as they grow. One day that little sister lisping out your name will be telling you what she has been busy doing. One day that little brother climbing up in the tree will be a man.
As I grow I realize that change can bring good things. It can also bring heartaches and trials. Things change. Dreams. Plans. Friends. People. It is hard to watch as people go down treacherous slopes. It is hard to see people make mistakes and watch, totally, inadequately helpless to stop them.
Do you ever feel this way?
Every moment I am growing older. How will I live my life? How will I respond to trials? Every second holds the chance of a missed opportunity. Every day holds the chance that I will make a mistake. Every minute I have to step into the unknown…unchartered territory, where I have never been before.
The question is, am I going to rely upon myself? Or will I trust myself – my plans, my future, my dreams — to God’s safe keeping? To His sovereign care? Will I fight against Him, or pray that He will conform me to His will for my life? Will I listen to His small, still voice? Will I step out in faith?
I hate change. Especially when it is unexpected. I want to be in control. Know what is going to happen.
The truth is, whether or not I like change, everything that happens is in my Lord’s hands. Everything that happens He uses – to conform me to His likeness, to sanctify me, to force me to realize that I can’t handle it, that I must leave it all to Him. Every problem and every care.
So I challenge you today: look for God’s hand in all the changes. Good or bad. Exciting or hard. Follow His leading. Trust Him more. Love Him unreservedly. Trust the “Author and finisher of our faith” to work in us a good work – a masterpiece. Don’t fight against the tools He uses – embrace them! Let the Designer conform us, mold us to His image.
“For He knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are but dust. As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.” Psalm 103:14–16
I am a 23 year old young lady who is redeemed and saved from my sin only by the grace of God. A bibliophile at heart with a love of history who desires to see the Word of God practically applied to all aspects of our daily lives -- in our homes, in the grocery store, in the political realm. I strive to put my jumbled, chaotic thoughts down onto paper -- reducing them into black and white rows, letters, sentences. Into some semblance of sanity. And I share them here with all of you, where I can challenge you, make you think, and cause you to ask questions. I am the oldest of eleven children living the country life in the deep south.