As the word rolls off, washing my tongue with soap seems necessary.
An almost overwhelming desire for it to be rid.
"It wouldn't be such an unappealing word," I've often thought, "if it wasn't accompanied so well by it's meaning."
{change - making or becoming different, alteration or modification,
new experience; substitution of one thing for another}
So many times I've wished that things would stay "just the way they are and
never change."
But "oh Self how silly you are. Don't you already know that you
NEED change?
How would you ever grow and learn without it?
Yes it will hurt but how else will you ever find peace without first knowing pain?
How will you ever know true beauty if you have never seen the ashes?
How would you ever know the difference of when you where a child to where you are now,
if change didn't take it's course and do it's work?"
How much better I might learn these lessons and
my relationship with Father be ever more strengthened if only I'd learn
to look past this twisting hurricane, beyond the wreckage after and strain to get a glimpse of
the masterpiece in the making.
The clay is being shaped and molded.
Twisted and spun in circles.
And see, a shape is forming. . . . .
