oxymoron: a contradiction in terms.
It is the
nature of man to want to fix things, including himself. Self-help, how-to books abound.
“Always,
ever—growing, changing.” This was the
thought as I headed out to begin my workday.
Not all
aspire to--or desire--change within themselves. I’m not quite sure why that is. Perhaps it is the “old shoe” or “old sweater”
syndrome. Living in the status quo can become very,
very comfortable. It
is also very stagnant, dull, and boring.
Where there is life within, there is change; change is the evidence of
life.
How can it be
that I have changed so, but I am the same?
That was the question under consideration as I plodded through
weeds. And then, I saw the truth of
that.
Three years
ago, I purchased a lovely birch tree with maroon-colored leaves. It complements several other shrubs in my
front yard, and I am able to see it from where I sit at my computer. It was quite small when I got it, but it has
grown to at least triple its original size.
That tree has changed dramatically, but it hasn’t changed at
all. The essence of it, the fact that it
is a birch tree, is still there. Its growth bears out that it is
alive and thriving, visible for all to see.
And so it is
with me. In reality, my life has been a journey, one in which I have only begun
to discover who I am. I am not the same
person I used to be; and yet I am.
I am still the little girl who loves Dairy Queen ice cream, who laughs too loudly and finds the volume of my voice increases when I am excited; one who loves creating things with my hands, who loves sunsets and the smell of babies. I am that person who is competitive; one who delights in helping grandchildren learn.
As I live my life, the change is dramatic. I am far removed from the person I used to be. Patience, where once I was impatient; flexibility replacing rigidity; being slow to anger where once there was a "short fuse." I have learned to listen, to talk less, to laugh at myself rather than at others, and to restrain from judging others.
I am still the little girl who loves Dairy Queen ice cream, who laughs too loudly and finds the volume of my voice increases when I am excited; one who loves creating things with my hands, who loves sunsets and the smell of babies. I am that person who is competitive; one who delights in helping grandchildren learn.
As I live my life, the change is dramatic. I am far removed from the person I used to be. Patience, where once I was impatient; flexibility replacing rigidity; being slow to anger where once there was a "short fuse." I have learned to listen, to talk less, to laugh at myself rather than at others, and to restrain from judging others.
True change
happens only at the Hand of our Creator.
I am grateful.
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