Why is change so hard sometimes? We grow from it, we need it, but we fight it most of the times. Take the arson in Old Town Pataskala. It changed the landscape of town forever. It robbed us of history and yet, with change a newness has spread over our town. There is an unspoken (sometimes spoken) fresh breath that has swept over Pataskala as if to say, "We are ready for change and it is time to unite for a goal". I feel it as I step on my front porch.
I look at my own family and I see my JCH starting to pull herself up and get teeth and with that brings a lot of change to the dynamics of the house and the grocery bill. JDH has become very successful with his language and with that come new frustrations for him. WCH is losing teeth rapidly, getting taller, and adjusting to different rules as he gets older.
Dan and I maintain this three ring circus to the best of our abilities and with the strength of our good God. No day is perfect, my house is not "in place" but, I am in love with my husband and with that brings changes as we grow older. I don't need to mention our physical changes, but we change emotionally and spiritually with each other too. How blessed am I but, yet so resistant to change. With all of this, why is change still so hard?
