The last day I was here was on the day we call a Memorial. It was the beginning of the summer season and a time to remember the sacrifices of others.
This year, instead of finding ourselves led into a summer season we were led into a season of change. Moving is never easy, and as much as I planned a quick and seamless move (we were only moving an hour away), it turned into continual upheaval for three months.
I had envisioned neatly stacked boxes in the middle of the house for no more than two weeks as I quickly painted and prepared every room for occupancy. Each person would have a custom designed space, and every room would be company worthy in no time.
When will I learn?
Life cannot be planned, for it never will fit into the mold we attempt to squeeze it into. It is Life....moving, breathing, changing Life. We must accept it as it comes. We can fight it and break or bend with the winds of change.
Each time I try to fight it I am left with brokenness. My heart hurts when my plans fall apart once again.
Yes, Father, you know best what I must go through to bend me to your will. Teach me to bend without breaking. Allow me your grace to bend and continue the growth you want for me. Even as today I look at boxes still full and walls unpainted may I remember to bend in the wind. You have planted me where you will. The rest will come if I can only trust you through this phase.
"But I trusted in thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my God. My times are in thy hand;" (Psalms 31:14,15a)