We could all use a little...change.

Currently I am in transition, in many ways now that I think about it.  Our family will expand this year, we are seeking a new church/place of worship, I'm adjusting to changes in friendships and family, a new schedule for my family and so on. 

But, did I mention, I really don't like change, well I like this kind of change but not this.  Granted there aren't oodles of people out there just jumping at the chance for a change in their life but there are some.  I don't even like when my favorite lipstick is discontinued (I know I don't paint my nails but I have a favorite lipstick), I just don't like change.  Change is so intimidating to me, so cold and permanent.  It seems to rip away important things and leave behind something raw and unprotected.

In hindsight, though, I can see a different side of change.  Change also molds, and shapes us...sometimes by hacking large chunks off but sometimes by smoothing the roughly hewn edges and splintered joints.  When my husband and I left my hometown to move here I was in shock, like bouquet of flowers cut off from their roots and stuck in stagnant water on display.  I left everything knew and grew up with ~ family, best friends, jobs ~ what was comfortable...to go somewhere new.  If you've read my anniversary blog then you know how bittersweet this was but how then end result was/is an amazing family and a great relationship with my husband. 

I feel that once again change is in the air.  As we try different churches, I am that new person.  Relationships that once were thriving are now out of sight out of mind (me being the one out of sight).  My roots seem short and brittle and my instinct is to dig in and resist...to fight the change.  But like the changing tides this is a futile task that will only result in more harm to me than anything else.  Maybe I'll think like my little four legged friend Ollie and sniff out the new, investigate it and just decide to greet it with a smile!