For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching. A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time for peace.
Change is something no one seems to do well. From changes in our lives, our relationships or our routines. Change is something I learned about in jail; change from this dorm to that, this tank to that, this bunk to that; this schedule and routine to that. I didn't like it but it wasn't my choice and I learned for the first time in my life, it was a part of life.
The same holds true for how we spend our time, who we have in our lives and what we can count on to be true. God tells us nothing stays constant in the world we see but Him. There is a time for everything and everything changes.
My ladies in Woodman and Lockhart live with change. They live with the overpowering knowledge that tomorrow they could be wisked hundreds of miles away from one unit to another and not just a few doors down but literally to a city and unit that they have no idea where in the state it is; but they must go because the handcuffs that bind them are hard to break.
Out here in the world we think our lives are our own but we forget that we are His and He has plans that are in motion. We can fight it but the seasons He lays out in our lives are the seasons we will walk through and trusting His purpose for them is the trust we lay at His feet if we are believers.
Change is our part of our lives. Sowing and reaping, living and dying, laughing and crying, tearing and mending, speaking and silence. Our family learned this recently and I am reminded that in the end days especially we will find times of turmoil and toil; brother against brother; believer against non believers and change we did not want or could not forsee is a part of a grander plan.
I can only take peace from what I know is constant. I have a loving, forgiving, everlasting Father in Heaven, whose plans for me are grander than this station in which I find myself and this circumstance that seems so hard. Our task is to walk through changes and not let the changes change us unless we are certain it is of God's molding and firing but trusting He has our back in all things and He is our rock in the storm.
I pray that today. My house is shaken but my faith in Him is not. I'm holding on.