“Everything changes
but change.”*
I cling to
same
fearing what
I cannot see;
finding comfort
in my
normal.
Hanging on,
with tight-fisted grip,
feigning control.
Still it comes,
Ripping world apart,
and I crumble
under weight I
cannot bear.
He is in the change
holding it in
unseen hands,
allowing it access
into my life.
Peace comes as,
with open hands,
I surrender to
change
and learn to trust.
*from the song "I wish You Enough" by Janet Paschal and Joel Lindsey
Blessings,
Linda
repost from 2010
