I only like the changes I like. But I have learned over the years that even the changes I pray for, long for and pound the gates of heaven to see, are always different from what I thought I was asking for. I blame this on Adam and Eve. I’m not exactly sure, but I think it has something to do with the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.
I think I arrive at an accurate assessment of a situation. I can easily see the best and worst case scenarios. I might even have a plan for the best way to get from point A to point B. But so many times, when I rely on my “knowledge of good and evil,” I end up light years from my desired destination. That’s because change, like everything else, isn’t about good and evil. It’s about the fruit from the other tree . . . the tree of life.
There was a time, many years ago, my husband and I bought a house that I did not like, in a neighborhood that I did not want to live in. Rick believed it was the “right” thing to do, and unless I could come up with something more substantial than pouty-faces and whinings, he was full-steam-ahead! (Let me just say, after nearly forty years of marriage we do not operate like that anymore, but at that time it was the best we knew.)
We moved in and lived there for three years. It seemed to me like ten!! And every few months I would receive a card in the post or a little plaque to hang on the wall or the comment would come up in conversation that we should always, “Bloom where you are planted.” After a while, I wanted to hurt somebody. Oh, how I hated that trite little cliché!! I had no intention of blooming in that house! (Nothing would grow in that dirt anyway!) On the contrary, figuratively speaking, my bags were packed and ready at the front door . . . for three L-O-N-G years!
But I learned some valuable lessons in those years that have served me well over the next thirty-three!
#1-Hold everything loosely. I won’t elaborate except to say that everything always means more than I think.
#2-Try to find the “sweet spot” in every situation. (This is a variation of “Bloom where you are planted,” but much more meaningful to me.) I do not do well with regrets, so if I can find the path that won’t leave me grimacing over a bowl of “wish-I-woulda” stew or “wish-I-hadn’t” hash, then after the difficult circumstances finally do change, my life is so much more enjoyable.
#3-Remember that God loves me like crazy! He has a perfect plan and He will accomplish it in my life. I have the choice to crawl over the finish line bruised and battered, whining and complaining, or I can dance across it, giggling and reciting children’s poetry.
I’d rather dance.
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