After I shared earlier this week about our employment updates, I
was texting with a friend about all these changes. She’d read the news on the blog and said
to me, “I don’t know how you have dealt with all the change the past few years!
I think I would have had some meltdowns.”
Well, in fairness,
I have. But…not many.
I’ve shared about
this topic before, before but it’s been a while, so I’ll revisit it, because I
think it’s an important one for all of us to explore regularly.
When I was
first out of college, I hated change. Hated it. The most extravagant change
I welcomed in my life was a haircut and color every few weeks. For me, change
represented a loss of control. Maybe that’s why I was okay with the hair cut
and color. I controlled the timing and choice of those things. But all other
things? No. No change, thank you.
My dear, sweet
Lois, who came to Financial Aid not long after I was hired, made some much
needed changes in the structure of that office. I see now the wisdom in
everything she proposed. She was right. But she brought change, and I suddenly
found myself facing a job that was not at all what I had been hired to do. Not at
all what I had agreed to. And not at all what I felt capable of doing.
Oh the tears
and resistance that flowed from me in those days! It was scary to think about
change. It was scary to feel inadequate. It was scary to imagine something different
from what I knew to be true.
Lois sat with
me for hours, probably (not all at once), patiently listening to my hiccupping sobs
and gently helping me see potential in myself and comforting me that the sky
was, in fact, not falling, even though it felt like it was doing just
that.
I still hated
change, but Lois was right. I did survive the restructure, and I did eventually
see the wisdom in her ways.
But my firm grasp
on keeping everything the same always took a toll on me. My blood pressure was
insanely out of control. I remember going to the health center on campus once to
have an out-of-control bug bite checked, and they almost sent me to the emergency
room because my blood pressure was in stroke range.
I am so
grateful that God has mellowed my heart over time. I am sure part of it has
just come with growing up and maturing. Part of it has come through surviving
hard things that I thought would surely kill me. And part of it has come through
change…after change…after change…after change.
There are still
some things that I do not want to change. There are still some things I grip
tightly because I need something to be constant in my world. Ryan could
attest to that.
But overall, I
roll with things so much more easily than I used to. I’ve learned I feel better
if I do that. I don’t stress over forcing control over situations I may not
actually be able to control. I’ve learned that some of these changes actually
lead to beautiful outcomes.
There’s the old
story of the little girl who clung to her strand of faux pearls, because she
loved how pretty they made her feel. Her dad asked her to trust him and give up
her beloved pearls to him. When she finally did, he gave her a strand of REAL
pearls.
My life has
been a lot like that – especially in recent years. God has asked me to give up
things that were much-loved in my life, and every time (sometimes more
eventually than others) He has shown that He had something better waiting when
I let go of my perceived control and embraced the idea of change.
So yes, our
life has been changed in nearly every way in the last five years. We’ve lost
parents and moved and changed jobs and joined new communities and churches and
watched relationships change (usually due to geography) and let go of dreams and
welcomed new dreams…and all those things have pulled us closer to each other
and to the Lord.
Do we hope
things coast into neutral for a bit? Absolutely. But we also recognize that the
story is God’s, and we have submitted to follow where and how he leads! (But we
really hope He leads to calm rest for a bit!)

2 comments:
I've been on the same journey lately as well. For me, control means safety, security and predictability. I have never been one to welcome change either. It's just too unpredictable...too many what-ifs. But the Lord has been slowly and gently chipping away at my need to control things, which has deepened my faith in Him tremendously. It's so freeing to just "let go and let God." For so long I made control an idol in my life and I didn't even realize it. I'm still not where I need to be, but I thank God I'm not where I used to be!
(This is Bekah). Blogger hasn't been letting me comment, but maybe if it thinks I'm Ryan.... :) Anyway! Thank you, Ashley, for sharing your thoughts! I think you're spot on about control being an idol. I never thought of it that way, but when I am in that control mode, it FOR SURE means more to me than anything else, so that definitely makes it an idol. Thankful that God is refining you - even though I am sure it isn't easy or fun!
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