People are fragile.
I saw this to be true of me today.
My husband listed our family vehicle on Craigslist last night. After a long and exhausting week for this mama, he happily announced he had already gotten a call to show it this morning.
Then I cried.
I had no idea why. But I stayed sad for hours.
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I liked the vehicle well enough, but not enough to cry over it.
Besides, who cries over selling a car?
I really thought I'd finally gone off the deep end. But then, I was able to put my finger on it.
Change. I was really crying over change. Getting rid of our rig is one more way my comfort zone has been obliterated. The tears flowed because it seemed I'd reached my limit of changes made in a short amount of time.
From the outside, it seems like nothing's changed. We live in the same house, I am married to the same wonderful man who has the same job, we have the same great kids, and go to the same church. I have the same amazing friends, and am blessed to have the same extended family.
I like changing my living room around. I like updating my wardrobe. I enjoy experimenting with hairstyles. But changing my insides? My way of viewing myself, and the way I interact with others?
Ooh, it can be painful. And sometimes I just don't wanna. I feel like stamping my foot, crossing my arms with a grunt, and sticking out my bottom lip in defiance like a little kid. It feels too hard.
But over and over again, God gently reminds me that He's not done with me. He's not done with us. He's making us into something beautiful.
He's making our insides beautiful.
No matter the cost, I want that.
2 Corinthians 5:17
17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.
It's inviting to shy away from change. It feels unnatural to step toward the unknown.
But He's asking us to. And it'll be okay too.
This weekend, let's accept the hard parts of change just as readily as we accept the new creation we will eventually see.
The hard stuff isn't the end. Sometimes it's necessary, but it's not the end.
Praise God for that.