We know it from the time we are no longer babies. Any toddler can point to a baby and know she is different; she has grown. Any third-grader will tell you what they want to be when they grow up; how they can’t wait to be bigger in order to drive a car/get married/have a baby/reach the top of the bookshelf. It’s woven into the very fabric of our lives that growth is continual and constant; life is a forward motion moved by the rhythms of the sun and moon, the three meals in a day, the bedtimes and the semesters and the four seasons that cycle every year.
I’ve felt often over this past season of my life that I’ve unknowingly hopped on the train that takes you through constant change. I didn’t remember buying the ticket for this ride, and I certainly have not chosen the destinations. I have often wondered to myself (and to compassionate and patient friends), Where is the constant, grounded life? Where is the life that isn’t constantly throwing me onto the railroad tracks only to be run over, and then asking me to get up and do it again? I think I intended to take a different route in life.
How is it that sometimes seasons feel like more change than others? I think I’m just learning what everyone else in life is also learning- the constancy of change. How does the saying go? The only certainties in life are death and taxes. Oh, how true.
The more I widen my scope of life, the more I see change as a cyclical and continuous part of the world that feels incredibly intentional. There’s something rhythmic and grounding about the nature of change, however intensely it can throw you. Growth and decay. Four seasons that are forever changing yet always the same. The acorn to oak tree, the orbit of the planet we live on. We are different every day, though the days crawl so slowly sometimes.
Change is starting to not be so scary and earth-shattering for me in my life, with this continually broadening perspective of change as an intentional context of life, which is held by a loving God. Not only is my life grounded in the knowledge that he is weaving my story, but by leaning in and embracing the changing nature of my life I can embrace the life of difficulty, of movement and change that Jesus modeled, and acknowledge his presence in the seasons.