I’m not going to pretend that the last 4 months have been anything but hard. My family and I just moved to the next county over from a city we’ve spent collectively over 28 years in. There were some circumstances in our former setup that made it inevitable that a transition would need to be made. Most transitions aren’t easy. But transitions are inevitable. We just simply can’t live without growing. That’s not living. That is slowly dying.
Transitions are a common occurrence happening all too often, especially now. But I think our culture doesn’t always know how to approach it. I think with the technological age we can become more insulated from the effects of transitions because the face to face time we had once been accustomed to has changed a lot since we mainly text or email people on a day to day basis. We can just pick up our lives and start again pretty quickly with the help of the internet and GPS we can discover a new town pretty quickly without having to ask anyone for help. Our immediate family or the friends we live with our the ones that know us best, but that’s not even a guarantee at times.
People move across the country for jobs all the time, people bring children into the world…people that didn’t exist before all the sudden appear! We live by growth and change. And if there is one thing I’ve been focusing on a lot these days it’s the days I get to savor my children’s innocence because let’s face it. They are just going to keep growing. Keep changing. This only seems sad when I don’t think about the good there is in embracing change in their lives…and ours. My husband and I are raising…adults. These future adults are in shrunken form but nonetheless they are pre-adults.
There are no words tp fully explain the loneliness and lost feeling we can have when we think about how little control we really have in the world, yet it seems like more and more causes of our anxiety and depression stem from a false sense of control and needing to keep up this life we want to appear to have.Sometimes we think we need to make a change when in reality we need to be thankful for what we have, where we are, and who we are sharing our life with.
Maybe we overcomplicate things. We almost fear change and growth if we can’t have some kind of guarantee that there will be something better, or just as good as a memorable past season of life on the other side of change. Or we fear it if we have to leave behind a season that gave us such significance and importance and so we fear being mediocre. But that’s when we idolize the familiar and certain stages. I think we crave the familiar because we all need to belong and have a place to call home. A place we always point towards and land on. We all know this is a very basic need. We also know that we are living breathing beings meant to move. To do. To grow.
There are so many ways to grow: we grow up, we grow to be things, we grow food, we grow tired, we grow hungry, we grow passion, we grow old. Does it help to deny where all those growths lead us? It leads us down the path that we are taking and some things we can help and other things on the path we can’t help but avoid or have to go through. It blows my mind all the times I’ve truly been happy and then the scary feelings of possession and loss fill my mind. “Will someone take this away from me? Will I find these sorts of moments again?” I think that those are normal thoughts. We don’t want our deepest moments of belonging to ever end. So I have a proposition to make. Could we look at transitions more like portals? Like passageways, secret or public passageways…whichever makes them embraceable rather than something to be feared?
So I have a proposition to make. Could we look at transitions more like portals? Like passageways, secret or public passageways…whichever makes them embraceable rather than something to be feared?
Easier said than done. I know. There isn’t much I know but that this is a roller coaster ride of a life. I know that I need to be thankful, but that doesn’t require control. I know that I need to focus on loving more and worrying less. That doesn’t require knowing ahead of time if and when someone will hurt me or break my heart and step on it. But I do know that thankfulness, love, and fearlessness make transitions and change more and more natural. It is easier when living to live in the moment while also appreciating the past and looking forward to the future we hope for when we do it from a place of thankfulness for what we have experienced; the good for the peace it gave us and the bad for the lessons learned.
Proverbs 13:12 says: “a hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life” This verse has always stuck out to me, and I never looked up the second half of the verse until now. What if we looked at life differently through the lens of God’s desires for our lives. Then we can know that we are trying the best we can for those people and gifts that have been entrusted to us. And soon, sooner than we think, we will have our hope constant and our heart will never be sick again.
In the last few months, I have had more of an awareness and experience with transitions. My family and I have moved, and I’ve seen the transitions happening as I’ve prayed for friends and family going through big life changes- both happy and tragic. I’ve figured out that I like comfortability too much. But what is so great about comfortability? Why do we make a god of it? I’m not comfortable when I put aside my own desires in that moment, but my life means more in those moments. I’m not comfortable when I step out on the ledge and do something that people say is too hard and “why bother?” But the world would never encounter the things that my creator has put inside of me if I don’t step off that ledge. I’m choosing to help the world grow by embracing transitions and change, and in turn, I feel the pleasure of God and THAT nourishes me. It nourishes me much more than predictability, control and comfortability ever could.
Who knows? Maybe I’ll look back on my life one day and realize that every transition I took on my long road was part of a great story that only my life could tell.
I’ll close with this. Please, I urge you, don’t let someone with a hope deferred heart determine how you grow. Our parents, teachers and coaches did all they could to discipline and teach us the basics of life and helped us grow. There is a place for other people to bring water to help our tree grow. But you don’t need to listen to the voices of others in your life unless they help you grow to be a more loving, forgiving, truthful, and kinder version of yourself. No one else can live your journey but you.
Be you bravely. Embrace the transitions when needed, and grow. Grow as high as your limbs will go in wisdom and in courage and know that no one else can tell you who you have to become except the one who made you.