Change

I am not a person who likes change. I crave consistency, dependability, and faithfulness.

And yet, everything around me moves in constant motion.

The seasons change.

People change.

I change.

As the world shifts, my steps can feel unsteady. My hands can grasp for things no longer within reach. My heart yearns for something constant and sure.

Too often, I let that yearning cause me to hold more tightly to the life I have, trying to control things I never had power over. Yet, maybe the every-changing world around me isn’t a punishment, but instead meant to point me towards my steadfast God.

When life makes me weary with the constant back and forth, when I’m feeling lost within the maze of change,

I know the One who remains the same.

And when my heart cries out for steadiness, I will cling to the hand of the One who never changes.