I hate change. Always have. I don't mind the little changes, like the seasons or a new hair style. It's the biggies that get to me. Like seeing our parents age. I don't like that one at all. I miss the days when Grandma and Grandpa would take the kids for the evening - or the weekend... Not just for myself, but it was such a joy for the kids and our folks. I hate seeing my kids grow up so fast. Don't get me wrong. I love who they are and who they are becoming. It is exciting to watch. But there is still that part of me that says, "Wait! Slow down!" I'm not ready for this season to pass.
Moving Mark's dad downstairs is a major milestone. It makes me face the fact that things are changing. Time is marching on.
Philippians 4:4-9 says,
"Always be full of joy in the Lord. I say it again—rejoice! Let everyone see that you are considerate in all you do. Remember, the Lord is coming soon.
Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.
And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. Keep putting into practice all you learned and received from me—everything you heard from me and saw me doing. Then the God of peace will be with you." (NLT)