I am a creature of habit.
A creature of routine.
I thrive on it. (Just ask hubs…)
I drive the same route, change lanes at the same spot. Eat the same things at our favorite restaurants, make the same dinners.
I like predictability and knowing what to expect. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Right?
So change? Yeah, I don’t like so much. Him or his cousins with names that make you think it’s something fun when it’s really just change in disguise: spontaneity, surprise, suspense… no thank you.
Given that tidbit of information about me, it may not surprise you to hear that when I sense a deep-seeded burning calling within my core to – gulp – change, it doesn’t feel so good.
Like wearing someone else’s Birkenstock’s.
And it’s scary.
Like standing atop the tallest bridge in the world with some dental floss tied around your ankles and someone pushing you over the edge scary.
And yet, that is the exact place in which I find myself these days. Change is needed. Immense, in-depth, not sure you’ll recognize me kind of change. In so many facets of my life it literally takes my breath away, heart racing, to think through it all.
Alas, that is where His voice is calling me. His Hand leading me. Guiding me. Nay, carrying me.
And that is the One thing that is keeping me together as I stare down the barrel of this mother of a gun. It is also the One thing thing keeping me from running, terrified, in the complete opposite direction. Because I know that I know that I know, if He is the One calling me to this change – to walk through this valley – then He will indeed walk through with me. And He will see it through to completion.
Lord have mercy, I need You.
How about you? Anything utterly terrifying you know deep in your heart of hearts you are meant to undertake? How do you deal with change? How about you?