Change.
Some change in life is necessary, needed entirely, and happily embraced.
It’s been a long time coming and we are ready for it. All preparations have
been made, plans are set in motion, all that is left is simply to take a hold of
it and own it. Easy, simple, comfortable change.
The other kind of change? Yikes. But here is an analogy. It is as if you’ve been running on a treadmill all your life
and have just grown accustomed to this way of life because, hey, at least you
are moving – right? Then someone comes along and either brutally or gently
mentions “Uh, hey, you are on a treadmill and not going anywhere. Try getting
off the treadmill and take this path instead. It will take you some place better than this.”
So now you are moving, but you are finally moving towards something. It’s
either going to excite you or scare the daylights out of you. The beauty of it
all is, though, is that ultimately YOU are in control of how it is handled. You
can either be miserable with this change or you can be excited about it. What
matters is that you own this decision. Make it your own and stick with it.
As a Christian I often feel that I’m on a treadmill in
certain areas in my life. It doesn’t matter that I’m walking a repetitive and mundane
path but what matters instead is that I’m moving at all. But sometimes God will
come along and pull the emergency stop plug and I come to a screeching halt.
Those moments are never fun and often result in me being violently flung back
about 10ft and it’s usually then, and only then, that I realize what He was
trying to pull me away from. So while it is painful to fall back that far, that
fast, I see the necessity of it all. Because prior to it I was only seeing what
was in front of me at the time and not what was around me or behind me. By God
pulling the emergency plug, I got the bigger picture.
Other
times He will come along side me as I’m power-walking
to nowhere and gently say “My child, it is time to stop. Come with me
and let
me show you an alternative route.” Every
time, without fail, that I choose to go with Him I’m always glad I did
and
wished I’d done it sooner. He saves me all the time from the
treadmill-like-paths I take. However, the alternative path He puts me on
isn’t always smooth and consistent – sometimes
it’s rough with unexpected pot-holes, bumps, twists, turns, and the
like. But
one thing it never causes me to do is run from it, or run from Him,
because I'm constantly reminded that He loved me enough to die in my
place on the cross – how can I not trust Him
with the very life I now have because of what He did?
Something to think about.
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