Change the Scene

Five minute Friday. Where we write with our hearts, not our heads. Five minutes. This weeks topic:


Change

I walk into the room where the guys are watching a movie. The scene, a good-bye, a heart rending, tearing away good-bye, and tears fill my eyes. I don't even know who these characters are, don't even know the story-line, and my heart overflows my eyes.

I don't do well with good-byes. Or change, for that matter. I prefer steady, sure, solid. Like the California ground that would swell and shake and jolt, knocking me off my feet, making it impossible to get around our bed to the crib where our daughter slept, change rocks my foundation and makes it difficult for me to navigate my path.

Perhaps, the thing with change, is losing the bigger perspective. I want the here, the now, the comfortable, the familiar to stay here and now and comfortable and familiar. But it never does. You'd think I'd know that by now. Seasons. Change. Kids grow up. Change. Age. Change. Health. Change. Really, though, we don't want our kids to stay three or thirteen or thirty. We want them to grow, to develop, to mature. A job change, a promotion, new skills to learn, those are good things. A move to a new house, the change of scenery puts a freshness on a home. Brings life.

Yes, I cry when change knocks on the door. But once the ground stops heaving, I can move forward, embracing the change, learning and growing with it. See the bigger perspective.