Molecules of Oil on a Canvas

I am going to be completely unoriginal and post something I wrote about 2 months ago and had posted on FB. I am still greasing my "blog wheels". I guess a dichotomy about writing for me is that it feels so good to use words to express things...creative, persuasive, abstract. At the same time, I can't just flip a switch and decide I am going to write about "this thing/idea/struggle". I admire people who do, but I gotta sit and "chew the cud" for a while in my mind. Enough said.

Sooo...here it is. Some prose/verse about Life. I have been told by countless people that adjusting to change is not one of my strongest areas. [Begs the question, "Oh? So how is it supposed to be done then, in light of my situation?"] Those of you who know my family or "the story" know that 2010 has certainly been a year for change for us. Remarriage, blending families, moving across country, me moving to MN to complete my education (*Hallelujah!*), and making new exciting friendships in a state that I never really spent that much time in. What does this all mean? Is change merely a constant in life that God put there to remind us how unchanging and unshakable He is? I think so...but here is a rhetorical question for ya. Why do we as humans (or at least me it seems) kick so hard in the opposite direction when it occurs?

As Thanksgiving nears, I am reminded of the Psalm 8:4 when I think about God...up there causing all this change to work out in His plan and with the outcomes that He sees best. "...what are mere mortals that you should think about them, human beings that you should care for them?" (Psalm 8:4 NLT). The very "Watchmaker of the Universe" who holds the heavens and all of life in His palm, actually wants a relationship with me. Wow. Though change still happens, I have the opportunity to focus on the constant direct love I have with my Heavenly Father. May my eyes be less focused on the canvas and the processes used to create, and more on the Master Creator Himself.

That said...take this for what its worth...here is what I wrote...posted for your own intellectual digestion.

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Change
by: Yours Truly

Psychology calls it adjusting
Others call it life,
Some folks tell me its good
Others say "Its how I met my wife!"

We deal with it all different
Bubbling up some squash it down inside
We think our feelings aren't normal
Until we realize that feeling came from our pride

Some grovel to look well to others
Others do it as natural as cattle chew their cud
For society does tell us
Our face must look ordinary,
Regardless of how it serves the "real me"

For where did we meet this change?
From whence comes all the angst?
Is it from people looking in from the outside
And passing "Thumbs up or down" judgement on how we deal with our pain?

For as sure as the birds fly home before winter,
And the chickens come home to roost.
The winds of life blow on whomever meets them,
Rich, or poor...the pious Christian or the agnostic/atheist.

We see through a glass darkly,
We don't know the end,
Is there a purpose to this life?
Is it all pish-posh and vanity in the end?

Religion completely aside, three things have I learned through this "adjustment tide",
Never judge a man until you walk a mile in his shoes,
Don't preach moral sermons about other's lives that you aren't willing to live out yourself,
And do not assume you know exactly what others are going through until you have asked them.

I bid my adieu.