I don’t do change well.
I used to.
Change meant promise, adventure, a tangible and exciting future, but
somewhere along the line, my feet grew heavy and planted,
my heart found rest in bordered places. The settling down
brought with it comfortable sanctuary.
change can be an earthquake, an unsettling heartquake,
with a mirage of a future, except for the happy-ever-after part.
When my eyes are clouded and fear takes the place of fearless in this will-worn pilgrim, help
me plant my mind and heart in the
Changeless and Unfailing.
Lamentations 3:22-24 (Good News Translation)
The Lord’s unfailing love and mercy still continue,
Fresh as the morning, as sure as the sunrise.
The Lord is all I have, and so in him I put my hope.