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.
Now
change can be an earthquake, an unsettling heartquake,
misadventures
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.
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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.
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly 
Change is inevitable, but so is our unlimited strength. This is a powerful write in its vulnerability. Thank you for sharing your soul, it’s remarkable.
Thank you for the kind words.
I feel just like you these days about change so can sympathise!
Yup, to much too fast, it seems.
As I grow older change is not as much fun as it used to be. You are not alone. Wise words.
Right. When you are young, you feel secure. When I buried my mom in Jan., it hit me harder, I think.
I’ve struggled a lot with change in my life. I can totally relate.
Some is good, some is bad, and some is just plain unsettling no matter, what.
So often you express exactly what I feel. Thanks for being brave enough to say what is on your mind, and for articulating it so beautifully. I really enjoy your blog.
Thanks for your encouragement.