February 4, 2018

How Change Moves us Forward

“When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things”—I Corinthians 13:11 (KJV)

There’s no getting around the fluctuations life brings. Some bring us joy. Others leave us wondering how we’ll survive another day. The one constant is change. Isaiah 43:19, (KJV) says this:

“Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.”

Every turning point brings metamorphosis. We might make only a slight shift in a new direction. We could also be faced with a completely new “normal” on a different road.

My talented daughter, Caitlin, made the image above. The pictures are of her as a toddler and her as a recent high-school senior. Obviously, she would not have been able to make the image in her younger years.

I would like to share a poem about her childhood memories that she wrote for her college English class. It is a great example of how our lives are made up of stages. It’s likely to bring up some memories from the reader’s youth, too:

Where I’m From

I’m from the snowy woods by the water tower
near our house
From sleepovers in the basement, Fireflies
and Plain White T’s
From the giggling while playing hide-and-seek
with Pictochat.

I’m from Family Home Evenings on Sundays,
Whoonu, Monopoly, and Life,
And not to forget, the man with the
From the fallen sugar container and
broken-off toenail that resulted in cries

I’m from the Blue Dolphins and Green Frogs
to the small Drama Kids trophy on the dresser.

I’m from the purple butterfly comforter and
matching purple sheets.
From buenos noches and oyasuminasai

I’m from the expansive stuffed animal collection,
silly playdates with friends,
The chewed-on plastic kitchen set and
Mr. Potato Heads.
From forts made out of blankets and chairs,
The space tent, and no boys allowed!
From Daddy’s piggyback rides
And chewed-up pencil erasers

I’m from Miss Katie, Nikko, and Socks
And the ragged baby blanket (which is
still kept to this day).

I’m from Missy, stop picking on that! and
Please take that out of your mouth.
I’m from those habits that still follow.

I’m from the creepy ghost stories that
scared all the party guests away
From the old computer with stickers on it,
From playing Roblox all day.

I’m from gluten-free crackers and cookies,
Diary of a Wimpy Kid and Warrior Cats
The joy of getting a Nintendo DSI on Christmas,
The homemade Easter egg hunts and play pretend
food markets.

I am from those moments.
A hyper rabbit shielded from danger in its hole
Now I scamper through the woods.
I’m here. No, wait, I’m gone.
I leave behind happiness as I move on to
new horizons.

My Conclusion

Let me close with the words of “The Bard”, a.k.a. William Shakespeare. He was familiar with the seasons of life. This genius is the most prolific playwright and poet whose works have survived four centuries. He must have something good to say!

The working-class man bravely pushed his way from rural England to a struggling acting company in London. The rest is history. Shakespeare gives his thoughts on the changes of life in As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII:

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts.

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