Change

Most of us really like change as long as it is happening to someone else. When it comes to land in our own lives and in our own homes, it definitely takes on a whole new connotation. I am all about change, especially when I am consulting a church, leading others, and talking about how to get at it differently. I am little less enthused with change when it hits me square in the chest. And . . . change has hit me square in the chest. Sondra and I have been married for 25 years, have two incredible daughters and a not so incredible dog, but she is a dog and does not really count in this conversation.

Change hit us last Thursday/Friday. Morgan is now a college student and has had the audacity to join her sister at Union (her sister left us two years ago). The house is quiet; we have to take care of the dog (scratch that . . . that is the same. It is their dog but we have always been the ones to care for that four legged beast); picking up the trash takes about half as long; laundry loads are minimal; and when we clean the house, it stays clean.

Some of you have walked this road already and are laughing and saying, "You will get used to it and if they come back home, you will wonder when they are going to leave." We might get there soon, but that is not where we are right now. We miss them. We also know that we are thankful that they both are well adjusted, God loving and serving young ladies. In spite of their dad, they have done well to this point.

We will adjust. Sondra and I have been very intentional in making sure that we knew each other and our whole lives have not revolved around our girls. We have not had to reacquaint ourselves with one another. But . . . we do miss the girls.

They are good girls though. The took a picture of their first day of school like they always did when they were still at home. Their mom is glad and proud of them for remembering her and taking that picture. I am too. Miss them, but so proud and thankful for who they have become and are becoming.