Change

I thrive on change, but at the same time I hate it. This past week was a time of change. My grandfather left his earthly body and went to be with God. There were moments of anger and moments of joy. He is no longer suffering, and that is a relief. However, the wake was Friday and the funeral was Satruday, so this meant that our plans to attend a marriage retreat were shot. We had intended to go with 3 other couples from our church, and we were really looking forward to it. So I was disappointed in that change in plans.

Being with my mom's entire family was good, though, because it doesn't happen often. Although it was for a sad reason, I am thankful that we all could see each other. We took lots of photos, thanks to my persistence. The funeral was beautiful, and many people were there to honor my grandfather. I felt so blessed to be a part of his legacy.

So, my feelings about change continue to be mixed. I guess the best thing to do is just keep going, and accept that change happens. And I hope to take a lesson from my grandmother, who has dealt with this change with dignity and grace. I pray that I can be that graceful in dealing with the many changes I will face in my lifetime...