The weather's going to be changing tomorrow. It will be a good twenty or thirty degrees warmer. That means schools will reopen. My daughter will have dance class. I will have to teach. Everything will return to restart. Change. E. B. White writes of change in Charlotte's Web:
The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year--the days when summer is changing into fall--the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.
I know that life is about change. Sometimes that change brings sadness. Sometimes it brings joy. I am not a big fan of change, as many of my constant readers know. In the past, change hasn't been good to me. I've been struggling over the last year because of change in my work situations. Mental illness. Addictions. Marital strife. All these changes have caused me a lot of problems.
But I've come through these changes. Stronger. Smarter. Better. I'm still not a fan of change. However, I know I can't avoid it. I won't embrace it, buy it a negligee, take it home, and ravish it until daylight. But I also won't take it down a dark alley and pop a cap in its ass. I will accept it. Period.
Dear God of change,
I know everything happens for a reason. I know that light comes with darkness. Warm with cold. Happiness with sadness. You can't have one without the other.
This may come as a surprise, but I want to say thanks for the changes in my life. If I'm in the middle of a difficulty, I know You're going to see me through. And that's enough to keep me going.
One little request: less challenge, more success. Please.
Your loving servant,
Saint Marty
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| Food for thought for all my atheist readers. Change is good. Even changing your minds. |
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