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Change Is Hard

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by Joy Martin, Set Me Free Ministries Co-founder

Anyone who knows me at all knows I am a sentimental sap. And now the rest of you know this to be true also. My family jokes that I'm a cryer. It's true. I'm such a cryer that sometimes even I don't know why I'm crying, and I just have to laugh at myself.

You should know that because of my deeply rooted sentimental tendencies, change is hard for me. I would be perfectly content to live my life in my comfortable world, going about my day-to-day life as I follow my familiar routine. I suppose it will come as no surprise to you that life does not work that way. 

And so, this year, as often happens, I have been faced with some rather big changes. This year we started a new era in the Martin household–one in which not only did my son start middle school, but my daughter started kindergarten. Beginning in August, I found myself all alone during the week as I sent my babies off to school. I'm happy to say that we have all adjusted well.

The even bigger change came just a month later when my parents sold their home of thirty-three years–the house I grew up in–and move to a retirement community. It was the right decision. It was a good move. But that didn't make it any easier.

While we were in the throws of the move, I was able to keep a level head most of the time. I focused on what needed to be done, and I did it. But when the closing date arrived and it came time to say good-bye to that house, well, that was a different story. That was hard. Really, really hard.

The morning of the closing my brother C.J. and I went to the house together to pack my van with one last load–what was left of thirty-three years of life in that house. We spent an hour or more wandering through the empty rooms, taking pictures as we reminisced. We told stories. We laughed. We cried. As sad as I was to leave, it was a fitting end to an era on South 76th Street. It was a good morning. And as I pulled out of the driveway for the last time, I reminded myself that even though the house was gone, the memories of our time there are not. I get to keep those with me always and forever. And that made me smile.

Yes, change is hard. And yes, sometimes change reduces me to a blubbering mess of tears. But that's okay. Because I know that no matter what kinds of changes happen in the world around me, whether they be big or small, I have one constant. I have a God to lean on who never changes. We are told in Hebrews 13:8 that, "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever." And that is a fact I can rely on regardless of anything else life decides to throw my way.

I take great peace and comfort in knowing whatever changes around me–and I know things will, because that's what happens in life–that God will be by my side.

And that's the one thing I can rest assured will never change. 
 

 

4 Responses so far.

  1. Heidi says:

    Guess who's blubbering now.  

  2. Tammie Carmichael says:

    I needed to read that today. We will be moving to Texas in Februrary. Leaving behind our house of 10 years that we built. We have raised 4 girls there. So many memories. 🙁

     

    • Joy says:

      Two and a half years ago we moved out of our home of eleven years–our first home together where we brought our two babies home from the hospital. That was a tough one too, although saying good-bye to my childhood home was harder. It's never easy saying good-bye to a place that holds so many precious memories. Remind yourself that you get to take the memories with you. And take lots of pictures both before and after you move your things out. I did the same thing with our home on Fairfax Avenue that I did with my parents' home. When the house was empty, I found some time by myself–no kids, no husband–and slowly walked through each empty room. I just took time to remember, and I had myself a good cry. When it was time to say good-bye, I snapped one final picture from the front door, looking into the house–my final view. I can't tell you how much it helped me to close that chapter and be able to look forward to the next adventure. And take comfort in the fact that God is taking the journey with you. Blessings on your new life in Texas! 🙂 

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