Why is change so hard?
Why does it hurt so much?
Why does it take so so long to accept change?
And why does it affect every part of your life?
These are questions I am continually asking myself. I know life is continually changing, I know thing are going to fall apart and then they will need replacing, but why is it so hard for me to accept? I would rather hold on to the broken pieces, then let them go. It doesn't mean I have to let go of the memories attached to them, I just need to clean up the mess and get on with life, putting the memories in a file and the junk in the garbage. Sometimes it's not only physical messes we have to clean up, sometimes it is the emotional, inner messes too.
Nobody ever said that life would be easy and that we would find peace and comfort around every corner. Instead I must lean on the everlasting arms the one who knows me inside and out and can heal my brokenness. Thank you Lord!
