Happy New Year!
I realize I’m a week late, but hey, better late than never. Right?
Twenty nineteen will be another turning point in my blog. In 2017, I took a break from doing author interviews. I restarted that in 2018, but you didn’t seem to care. I say that because of the lack of comments, even when there was a giveaway. I may have one or two guest authors this year, but they will be few and far between.
I plan to post at least once a week, but it may be more, and realistically, it may be less. 😀
I hope to have a semi-reasonable schedule of posts:
- Monday Musings
- Wednesday Worship
- Friday Funday
Now on to my random musings for today.
I like change, sort of. I want to move furniture and see if there’s a better way to arrange things. Sadly, in my current house, I am limited. My living room, for example is open concept. I do not have one solid wall in the room. My couch sits in the middle of the space, and there is no other way to arrange it. Other than purchasing the L-shaped sectional, we have not rearranged the furniture since we moved in twelve years ago.
The same can be said for my bedroom. The bed is “stuck” where it is between the two windows in the room (no pics, ‘cuz, well, I’d have to make the bed). I could move it to one other wall, but that would mean walking around the bed to get to the bathroom or closet. The extraneous furniture (dressers and desk) could be rearranged, but it works as it is now and wouldn’t make sense to move them.
Kitchens are not meant to rearrange, unless you do so with the contents of the cabinets. If I did that, I’d constantly be opening the wrong cabinet and answering questions from my family about where things are. But then again, I still answer those questions and most of the cabinet contents have not moved since the very beginning. :/
On the other hand, I don’t like change. LOL
When my kids were little, I couldn’t wait for them to grow up, so they wouldn’t need me so much. Now that they are grown and independent (and mostly out on their own), I miss them dreadfully. I’ve never really been one of those moms who can’t wait for her kids to go to school (could be because my kids have never gone to school away from home). I LOVED homeschooling. That’s not to say there weren’t days that I didn’t feel like running out of the house, screaming and pulling out my hair because of the extreme frustration of teaching a reluctant child. I had any number of those days, but overall I LOVED having my kids with me. I loved seeing the light shine in their eyes when they understood a new concept. I never set out to homeschool seven kids from kindergarten to graduation. I set out to homeschool one child for one year. It just multiplied from there. By the time my youngest graduates in 2022, I’ll have homeschooled for 26 years. That’s a long time. And most days I still wonder if I’m doing it right.
All that to say, while I expected the change, planned for the change, wanted the change, I MISS MY KIDS. I miss seeing their faces every day. I miss listening to their conversations. I miss talking to them. 🙁
And yet, I wouldn’t change a thing.
I did what God called me to do. I raised–I’m almost done, so go with it–seven well-adjusted adults who contribute to the community. My three oldest have moved out permanently. One is a nurse. One is an engineer. The third will graduate in May, but works full-time in his chosen field, also engineering. He is the college leader for our church. My next child started a new job today with an insurance company as she waits for God’s next assignment for her in her chosen field, children’s ministry. The next one is in college. Her chosen field, when she graduates, is youth ministry. My two youngest aren’t sure what they want to do, but one thinks he’d like to be a therapist (counselor), so we’re looking into those options.
When they move out, oh, the change. 🙁
But change is good. It keeps me from being too “comfortable” that I forget to fall on my knees and pray. It keeps me from languishing in the status quo.
Just as we moved from fall into winter a few weeks ago, so we move from one season in our lives to another. At some points, life may seem dry or desolate, but God … I love those two short words … but God is holding us, standing next to us, waiting to give us the desires of our hearts. He sees the whole picture, not just this season, but every season. He sees the end result of all the changes we’ve lived through.
So, change comes. Life as we know it ends, but something new comes.
What’s new in your life?