A call to change
On starting Lent and the way I'm viewing change these days.
This weekend will mark 6 years of marriage. And it’s been 6 years of non-stop change. Just when we’d wrap our arms around one, another would crash into us.
The lockdowns of Covid slackened—and then we moved.
We finally felt settled—and then I fell and developed a life-altering pain condition.
We bought a house—and then I developed more chronic illness issues.
Our marriage started with change, too—beyond my name change, our shared address, etc.
We got married mere weeks before Covid shut down the world, and while we stayed home, I found my voice as I wrote online. As I found it, though, not everyone was happy. I was speaking against the status quo I grew up in, after all. One day, I got a text in response to something I wrote. The grey bubble accused me of being in a cult. The sender was convinced that what I was saying didn’t align with Jesus.
As I talked with this person, though, it became obvious that the actual issue wasn’t with what I was saying at all.
Their issue was with who I was becoming.
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