Everything moves again.

Remember a while ago I titled a post, "Everything Moves?" I think I did and I think I included lyrics from this song I like that talks about all of the things we pursue in this life and how none of it is constant, none of it can sustain us the way that Jesus can. It starts off talking about being a child and ends talking about being old and something about having brittle bones. It talks about all of the in between places and how we chase after all of these things, thinking that they will bring us life, happiness, joy, hope, and they do. They do bring us these things for a while, at least some of them do, but they all fade. They all wither and die. They all pass. They all move.

This weekend the reality of this summer ending, me going back to state, and starting my senior year has kind of hit me. I'd like to hide from it for a little longer, and perhaps I will, but it's there in the back of my mind waiting to be thought about. I know it's coming. I'm trying to live in the moment, but I can't help but look a few weeks ahead. I can't help but look to see what's around the corner. And it's hard.

Right now I can point to many things in my life that I am chasing after, and I can tell you that they are good, they are bringing me life, and so for me to think about changing and going after different things is scary. One, because I like the things I have right now. I like the people. I like this place. I am growing. I am better than I was when I got here. Two, because change terrifies me. Going back to school won't be that bad. I've got a routine there, but college is almost over. What? Never, ever did I think I would reach the day when I was really, really in the real world. That's a lot of change. A lot a lot a lot.

I know it's good for me to feel like this. Discomfort does not equal bad. It's good for this insecurity to be challenged, because it's not right. Change can be good. It is good a lot of the time. I never even give it a chance. I know through this change I will be forced once again to lean on the one who doesn't change or move.

I pray that as I finish up this summer, move into school life, and then eventually move into whatever comes after school life I would go after the things that bring me life, knowing always that I have a solid, unshakeable ground to stand on that will not, can not, and does not move.

you are a tree always in bloom

you are a hall of endless rooms

a living fountain springing up

I'm satisfied but never done

I'm never done

with you