So today I discovered that I look pretty much exactly the same as I did when I was nine. That was a weird moment for me. I mean, has my face really not changed at all in the past 7 years?

I’ve actually been thinking along this vein of change quite a bit lately. Its something imminent and definite about life, there will be change. You will change. Your loved ones will change. Your circumstances will change. I’m not somebody that fears change, in fact most of the time I embrace it because its not controllable and I don’t see the point in resenting something that’s outside my circle of influence. Not that this stops me from resenting certain things, I am only human.

I also don’t always like the new things. Sometimes the past is better than the present simply because of the comfort invested in it. Newness often means a level of uncomfortableness that causes me to do things that I don’t normally do. In this way change forces me to grow. I’m someone who says they enjoy being outside of their comfort zone, but sometimes I turn around and realize that things haven’t changed in a while and what I thought was uncomfortable was really just the usual.

Change is good. I like change. Sometimes change annoys me and we don’t get along, but then I’m forced to ask myself whether I can control the change. When I realize I can’t, the only thing left to control is my reaction. I can complain or I can enjoy every moment, comfortable or uncomfortable. Its up to me. I choose to be thankful for change.

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 “Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.”