It's amazing in life the difference one single day can make, for good or for bad. Situations seem so permanent, until they change. I don't like change, and I know I'm not alone in that sentiment. When I'm in transition I can easily stress about all the possibilities. The past year has obviously been one huge change. Change doesn't get much bigger than losing a spouse or someone you are so completely connected to. However, this particular week I have felt God's hand on my shoulder saying, "Get ready, some more change is coming." I don't have a feeling of dread. I'm actually feeling a sense of expectancy. I think after wandering around for a year in a fog that perhaps I'm about to find my path out of the deep, dark forest. My compass dial is about to point north again, no longer disrupted by the magnetization of death. Maybe I'm about to discover who I'm going to be after. If you're wondering what I mean, I'm talking about that big dividing, Grand Canyon-like line of who I was before the death and who I am going to be after the death.
This week's troubles and bumps in the road have led me to ask some pertinent questions about my life as it is now - questions that deserve some serious answers, and answers that will in time be revealed. So, as annoying as all those troubles have been this week, I have to say that they are all working for my good in the end. They have certainly been a much needed catalyst for taking inventory of myself.
It's not always fun to be pushed reluctantly into a new situation, but when God's doing the pushing, I know I can always count on ending up where I belong.
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