I can’t escape my One Word this year: Change. Back in January, I never could’ve imagined what changes would occur. I had ideas about what changes I thought might take place, but was I ever wrong! Even as I wrote about change just last month, I had no idea what the next few weeks would hold.
As I look back over the last eight and a half months, I see that all of the changes have one common theme: a stripping of my dependence on what I thought I needed in order to live…relationships, writing, music, church.
What I found through all of the changes was the more I tried to hold on, the more I realized what little control I actually had.
So when I received this latest bit of frightening news {which I’m nowhere near ready to share}, I immediately thought of my One Word. I thought of all the changes that have already occurred, and how this one looms large and indefinite.
Once again, I’m faced with these questions: What {and who} am I depending on? Am I going to trust the God of all grace?
I’m continuing to learn that there is grace for every change….not just grace to survive the changes, but grace to change me through the changes. Grace that makes me whole where the changes leave holes. Grace that wraps a blanket of security around me when I feel exposed to the harshness of the world. Grace that is sovereign when I have no control.
