I like putting down roots as evidenced in many areas of my life. I’m married to the same man I exchanged vows with almost 44 years ago. We’ve lived in the same house for 38 years. I’ve gone to the same church for 49 years. And I still have dear friends from my school days.
I obviously don’t like change, but life happens and changes come. I was thinking this morning about some of the changes I’ve seen. I remember when gas stations had attendants who would pump your gas, check your oil and wash your windshield. I remember when many of the buildings in my town had freight elevators with workers who would push the buttons for the floors and pull the gates shut for the doors. Businesses had real live people who would answer the phones. Life was often at a slower, simpler pace. As a kid, I loved going to drive-in movies and playing in the yard all day in the summer. And we never had to worry about locking our doors.
But I’ve also learned that when God brings about change, that’s a good thing. Those changes have allowed me to write books, stories, articles and blog posts—something I’d never thought about doing before but loved. I didn’t like my children growing up so fast, but that brought me six perfect grandbabies—one of the best changes ever.
And now I have another change. This will be the last post for my “Life with a Southern Grandmother” blog. It’s been my privilege and honor to write for Guideposts and for all of you. Your kind comments have touched my heart on so many occasions, and I thank you so much for taking the time to read my posts.
Yes, life changes, but I’m grateful that no matter what happens in our lives, we can always count on one important truth: Jesus’ love for us never changes. And because of that, we can face each new day and each new change with the confidence that He will always be with us.
Love and hugs to all of you. I will miss you!
