That word and me have never gotten along. You can go all the way back to the beginning of my life and you would most likely see a scene of me kicking and screaming because I didn’t want to get my diaper “changed”. God bless my parents.
I’m not a fan of changing my password on any of my accounts. I’m also not a fan of figuring out the math to give someone change. (my carhop job at Sonic was a challenge! Ha!) I find it hard to do something that I’m not used to.
I like my groove, my routine, my comfort.
The Lord and my family have been on quite a journey this year. It’s 2020. Hello? Hasn’t everyone? This has certainly been a year of change for the errrrrrrbody.
Change for me, started before 2019. It wasn’t necessarily a visible change, but one in my heart. The Lord was stirring something inside me for quite some time. Sometimes I question that little voice. I think it’s the enemy instead of the Lord because it sounds so outrageous. But isn’t that usually the case? The Lord hardly works in ways that are cozy and comfortable. I often have to repent for my lack of obedience and, you know, the kicking and screaming.
Even though the seasons change and 2020 has proved to be a challenge, the Lord says in His Word that He does not change.
“For I, the LORD, do not change; therefore you, O sons of Jacob, are not consumed.” – Malachi 3:6
I want to sum up what the Lord has shown me in a series of posts. I think that Satan would love to claim 2020 as a jewel in his crown, but I’m going to declare my year of change for His glory.