February: A Month of Change

This month is proving to be one full of trials, frustrations, and general unease. I know that transitioning is not easy and God never promised me that life would be comfortable. I keep on reminding myself that trials will always come and I am only an exile in this world; it is not my home.

Change has never been simple for me. I have never read the book "Who Moved my Cheese" but I can echo the sentiment in my life when change comes waltzing in the door. Yes. Change likes to dance but it doesn't usually leave me dancing :)

I am struggling through the trial of February. Two of my roommates are moving out (I cannot believe it has been less than a month since they gave their notice) so we've been desperately looking for not one, but two replacements. Solid Christian women who are interested in moving into our home are apparently difficult to come by. We've found one wonderful lady who agreed to move in, but are still one short. Unfortunately, the my two roommates' decision has brought a slew of emotions and um, hurt, and frustrations for those of us who are remaining in the lovely blue house. This, on top of running into some rent issues has brought great stress into our home. So, stress at home has been running high.

Work, unfortunately, has not been a walk in the park. Thankfully, it has calmed down somewhat now that my large project is out the door (finished at the end of January) but certain other aspects of my job has become more stressful. Expectations run high there and I am feeling the pressure.

I came to the realization the other day, that I have been stressed since the beginning of December, whether at work, at the blue house, even going to my parents' house for Christmas proved to be a stressful experience.

I think a great number of my "stress" issues are related to a lack of trust. I know that God promises to be at work in our lives, that He is present and has a plan for each and everyone of use. Plus. He is good, all the time. I need to remember this, cling to this, and bring my requests before my Father, trusting that He loves me and is in control of the situation. I just pray that while I wait for His answer, wait for His direction and guidance, I do not, in my own strength, do anything I will regret.

Sorry this particular post is not full of quilting goodness or happy joyful thoughts, beyond of course the knowledge that God is both Sovereign and Good.

March will come. My world will shift again. Trust in the Lord with all your heart, lean not on your own understanding.