learn to love change

School books lie stretched out before me, as does most of the day. A candle burns on the table, its wax turning into a dark pool of fragrant heat. Soup boils on the back of the stove, lending its fragrance to the air.



Outside, the wind blows restlessly; it tickles the trees, trying to make them give up the last of their leaves, and letting a hint of moisture creep throughout its invisible arms. The wind longs for winter – its playground – for it is anxious to play with the snow that is soon to come.

A chicken has escaped her pen, and is pecking at the ground in search of who-knows-what. The dogs begin to bark, shattering the silence like a piece of glass – you can almost see the pieces floating in the air…and then they settle, and you wander around, trying to find where Silence has hidden.

Another leaf releases its hold and glides down to meet its sibling on the ground. A human hand cannot stop it.

So many things happen during the day that we cannot control. Something with always disrupt the schedule. And no matter how hard we try, we can’t stop the leaves from dying and falling. Winter must come – the wind cannot hurry or slow it. And if we cannot grasp the wind, how much less control over the seasons we have!

The day is still there, unchanged. It is I who has changed. The things out of my control get in my way. But today, I will let them go, like so many leaves in the wind. I will thank God for the beauty of each imperfect, unpredictable day. And I will look forward to every change.