Vol 15: Change and the Color Green

Hello friend,

Change

Change is hard. Don't believe me? Ask March the season to which it belongs. She doesn't know. She's just as confused as you and me about a St. Patrick's Day Storm after a week of fifty-plus and sunshine. What She knows, I think, is that change is difficult. It takes time. It takes patience. It takes determination. It's never one or the other of something. It's always unsettling, like listening to jazz while you run - you feel like you need a third foot or you'll never catch up to the rhythm.

I haven't been as diligent about my blog posts over the past several weeks as I intended. In my non-writing world, I've been preparing for a professional change. After much prayer, CW and I accepted a position with a smaller company. The company itself is firmly established; the program I'll be working in, however, is still in its infancy, which is an exciting opportunity for me to roll up my sleeves and help develop resources that will hopefully serve the organization for years. It is a bit scary, though, I'll admit! I'm spending a lot of time preparing for this change and ensuring that I both leave my old team in the best possible place as well as bring my very best to my new team!

At home, I have a Little Lady racing towards her 4th birthday! It doesn't seem possible, and yet, every day I'm amazed at the person she is becoming. Her intellect and humor catch me off guard. Her sass reminds me that CW is as fair-tempered as a Summer Day, so she must be my daughter. Her kindness and tenderness inspire me. Her laughter brings me irrepressible joy. But four years old? How did we get here? She's headed to Ceres - and she knows it. She also knows, with one hundred percent certainty, that she wants strawberry cupcakes with white frosting and fresh strawberries on top. Unless she's talking to CW, in which case, she wants one strawberry cupcake, one blueberry cupcake, and two blue candles on each. You have to respect a Little Lady who knows her own mind at not quite four years old.

In all these things - seasons, jobs, birthdays - change is hard. Good change is hard. It is emotional. It is filled with an impossible balance of fear and excitement. So what can we do? We can praise. We can thank God for all of his goodness in the change, for "suns that rise and rains that fall to bless."

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Song on my heart

In honor of St. Patrick, my sassy Little Lady, my Irish grandfather, the month of March, and all the change that keeps us alive, I share one of my favorites from the late Rich Mullins - the Color Green.

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Closing Words

That's all I have for you this month, dear friend. I pray you will know God's goodness both in the excitement and the fear of any change you face today. Hit the reply button. Let me know what changes are happening in your world. I'd love to hear how God is using the Color Green to fill your fields with praise.

From my heart to yours,

Sarah

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