I hate change. Especially when it’s a constant in one’s life.
Change, once again, is creeping up on us. I’m sharing below what another missionary blogger in Mexico wrote regarding her upcoming change. Though a bit different in circumstance (she’s moving permanently away, we’re only moving for a one to two year period), my head nodded in agreement as my heart empathized.
We are only four weeks away from our big move. There are boxes everywhere and less furniture in every room. We have resorted to taking digital pictures of most memorabilia; old toys are going to new homes, and the mountains of paper that stuffed file drawers are shredded and out in green bags for recycling. There is only a bare minimum of dishes in the kitchen and only a few options of clothing in the closet.
It is surprisingly refreshing to simplify and limit choices. I guess that is a good thing because although the choices are few, the changes are many…
We are still considered by some as strangers in a foreign land, but Mexico has been our home for almost 20 years. We have never fully adjusted to the driving antics, and we have developed no affection for the speed bumps on every block. We struggle with upper class entitlement mentality and heart-wrenching lower class poverty. We will never accept the corruption, or the drug wars, or the human trafficking. BUT… we love Mexico, and we will miss so much of life here. We will miss the vibrant colors, the incredible tacos “al pastor”, and the piñatas for every party. We will miss the dogs on the roofs, the smoking volcano, the boys who wash our windows while we wait for the light, and fresh mangos.
We . will . miss . special . people . We have made friends here who are like family. Those folks have stayed in our home, owned keys to our house, and proudly taken advantage of “refrigerator privileges”. They have danced on the back patio, helped us celebrate holidays, corrected our Spanish, and loved us through hard times. They have shared a part of their heart with us, and we have given them a piece of ours in return. They know us well, but some we will never see again…
It has been good for me to realize that every life phase, location and style has its blessings and its challenges. Each new place can become “home”. Each new stage can become the norm… and friendships can last across time and miles, even as we make new ones. Change is part of life – not always easy – but better to embrace it than to fight it.
Excerpt from Terry’s blog Maturitas Cafe
Thanks, Terry, for the reminder. I’m trying to embrace change as I look forward to the good things God has for the next brief season in our lives.