Friday, March 30, 2012

Transition

It's funny how we can either embrace change or run from it. Especially if the change isn't what we had predicted or wanted.  All too often I find myself getting too wrapped up in big plans and ideas only to get quite downcast, or even offended if it doesn't play out that way. This time is no exception. It seems for the first time in my life, I will be leaving Virginia and moving to a new state.

My husband got into graduate school in Memphis Tennessee. While it is a great program and he's incredibly excited to accept, I have been digging my heels in. I have wanted no part of it, looking for ways to make an escape or loophole to set me free. This new city is smaller, less interesting, and far away from everything and everyone I've ever known. Somehow, rather than seeing this as a refreshing new start with my beloved husbandman, I keep seeing it as a terrible demise of all things happy and good. 

How foolish and fickle I am.


My husband, my love, is so excited to be able to provide for our family in new ways and pursue his dreams, and I have been viewing my pursuits and desires as more important than his, or worse yet, than God's.  

Change is not easy, especially the uprooting and relocating kind. But that doesn't mean that all is lost and that lessons cannot be learned in the process. This is a phenomenal opportunity to really trust my husband and trust the Lord. It's a chance to grow and flourish. It's a time of dependency on the Lord and new friends. 


I pray that as the moving day approaches and I start to say my goodbyes to the River City that I love, I will not be fickle, but that my heart will soften and be obedient to this new calling. 
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