Change and I are not on friendly terms. I find her sneaky, unrelenting and bossy. I tried to change alarm clocks a couple of years ago - thought I would like to have one that plays CDs??? I lasted two sleepless nights. Could be a trust issue.... My mother-in-law bought me a new vacuum cleaner in July, but the first time I used it I wept. Seriously. Should have had a mop in the other hand. Not because I didn't love the gift, but because it was a change. I don't rearrange furniture. I don't change my bulletin boards at school for years. My refrigerator and freezer are covered in pictures because I don't want to take old ones down. Is there a name for this disorder?
So what does August look like for me? Two major changes. Sigh. Short version of a long story - Chris and the boys and I left our church for another. It was a long time coming and a difficult decision. One I fought. I knew God wanted us to move. I knew it was the right thing to do, but I could not fathom leaving my church of fifteen years. The one in which my boys were born and baptized. We worshiped one last time at Wilkesboro Baptist on Sunday and will join the congregation at Celebration next week.
And...I'm changing grade levels this school year. From 8th to 7th. Big deal, you might say. Well, reader, to me it is. I will work on a completely different wing with different people and different curricula (I teach two subjects.) I've made some great friends on the 8th grade hall and will miss them immensely. I'll see them on occasion, but not to the extent to which I am accustomed. Bright side? I will be working with awesome teachers and these people grind their own coffee!
I am aggrieved and challenged, to say the least. I think about the positives - living in God's will and getting to know new people. Grace. Good health. This is a prayer for myself, that I will handle life's changes with grace and good health. And I'll get my mopping and vacuuming done at the same time for as long as it takes to accept the new upright. Eureka!
Linking up with Emily at Chatting at the Sky for Tuesdays Unwrapped.