The coffee is steaming, the sun is going down, and my fingers are typing away at the keyboard. You would think my coffee shop spot brings me to ease but in fact there’s so much noise around me I can barely focus on my own little world. I don’t even know where to begin. The past week has been so frantic and fast paced yet almost felt like it was moving in slow motion. I believe that change is such an important part of our lives and that change is a necessity in keeping the world going round…although I’m not always welcoming of change.
These past 3 weeks, I welcomed change with open arms. Packing up our first home and unpacking our new home. A trip to Oklahoma to bring home my new car, Mini the Mini Cooper. Bringing home our first French Bulldog puppy, Charolette (named after Charolette York from SATC of course.) Change has been all around us and we almost haven’t had a chance to breathe.
But I am so thankful for these changes that are almost overwhelming. Our new house already feels like home. I wake up at 7am, brew my coffee, take Charolette out while Nathan lays dead asleep wrapped in our down covers. Routine makes the change easier.
My new little red wagon gets me to and from every errand I run throughout the week. She gives me a sense of freedom I had almost forgotten. When I take the top down, play my favorite song, and drive through town she takes me into a day dream.
Charolette is just a complete goob…plain and simple. I’m a nurture by nature and the oldest of 4 kids which I give credit to my nurturing skills. I’m 19 and I have no children (yet) so Charolette fills that void for me. She wakes up with me every morning and follows me around the house for the rest of the day. I hold her like a baby, she keeps me warm at night, and every Friday night I bring her home a pupcake (dog cupcake) from my favorite bakery so she can indulge a little with me. I love her bunches.
Positive changes have come our way and we are continuously blessed daily with new changes. The only job we have is to accept those changes with open arms and hope for the best. I was so afraid to accept all of these big life moves. I was afraid of leaving my hometown and afraid the dog would be too stressful. God forbid the convertible top doesn’t come back up when an unpredictable spring shower decides to ruin my afternoon drive (if you’re from Arkansas…you will know what I’m talking about). I didn’t LOVE the little world I lived in, but I liked it. God knew that, but he saw something greater in my future. So I changed myself. Changes to myself brought me to see that it was time to let go, forgive, and move forward. Leave the baggage at the airport and get on the freaking flight. So I changed myself…and it changed my world.
When you find yourself in the midst of change, you have two options, to step forward into growth or to step backward into safety. I pray that you step into growth. Don’t let growth scare you. Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as being stuck somewhere you don’t belong.
Open your arms to change, take is slow…