Change is Good – Hard, yet Good

We had a massive wind and rain storm last night; it was the first thunderstorm of the season. It woke me up. I stood watching the dogwood trees blow in the wind. It was amazing and scary at the same time. Spring has arrived, full of gusto and energy. This morning the trees look greener, the blooms look brighter and the land is covered with tiny blossoms that blew off every kind of tree. Storms leave mess in there wake, which is usual. Some you need to clean up, some you just need to leave there and nature will take its course.

“If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?” Great words that remind us about the process of change. One thing eventually leads to another, over and over again. Change is hard. Sometimes we want it to hurry up, sometimes we want it to slow down. There is an element of faith and hope we must employ in order to manage all the changes life brings our way. Faith that things will get better and that different is not always bad. Hope that what we see happening will bring goodness and the joy into our world. And when we have been around the block a few times, we also know that change does not always end up the way we want. Which means we have to embrace it no matter the outcome.

There is an eventuality to life, the seasons, the process of growing up, and aging. An eventuality we cannot avoid. We can try to avoid changes in life by being stubborn, trying to control every outcome, or even by burying our head in the sand. In reality when we stop being stubborn or working hard to control everything, and we pull our head out of the sand…Life is better. Different, yet better.

I give thanks that I am no longer the teenage girl I was at sixteen. She was amazing, yet the woman I am today is better. I am more experienced, wiser, smarter, more vocal, less fearful. I know who I am and what I am capable of doing…most days! And I have been blessed to have seen many decades of Winters turn into Spring, eventually turning into warm Summer days. Those years have given me many gifts. And today as I look out on our property that is covered in jots and diddles from all the trees, I smile. Change is good – often hard and tiring, but it’s good.