But then we enter these times of waiting and of rest. And nothing big changes. Oh, you finish off the jar of peanut butter and you cut your hair. But day to day, it's basically the same old thing. Week to week, it's the same routine. Months go by and you realize "Wow, this is the same as it was last year. It's like I'm standing still. God, what is going on here?"
And then it changes.
Change for me started a few months ago. God gave me a major, but private, revelation. And that meant that I spent my hours at home with a new focus and I found myself with a new drive. I read different books, I asked different questions, I met new people.
But I was still at home at basically the same hours.
Then I got a job. And a ride to church, which I'd been trying to procure for months. A few family stresses get reduced, and my best friend gets a boyfriend for the very first time in her life.
All in like a week.
And I know more change is coming. And it's exciting... and hard to believe. When you've gotten used to the "same ole, same ole" it gets discombulating to experience change. There's a dreamlike quality. Not like change is a fairy wonderland, but like this must be temporary. After all, there's always been temporary reprieves, but nothing major.
Despite the incredulous quality, this also encourages faith. I do believe. I believe in the changes God's been hinting at for a while to come to pass. I have faith in His plan, not my own. And I feel that excitement mixed with impatience in the pit of my stomach when I'm reading a good book and I wish the author would hurry up and tell me what I'm longing to know about that plot... and yet I don't, because I don't want the story to end.
God alone is unchanging. I was marveling on that thought the other day when I was in prayer. It's hard to imagine that because nothing is unchanging here. But He is same, always. And I realized that is because He's perfect.
And I smiled to realize as long as I'm seeking His Way, and moving towards Him, the change serves to perfect me. To slough off some of the evil like dead skin cells, to fill me with the bread of life, to slowly but increasingly move me towards true union with Him. And true union with Him means perfection. And perfection means unchanging, because any change from that would be a derigation, or it wouldn't be true perfection.
I can't grapse what that must look like, for everything I lay my eyes upon is in the midst of change, whether from entropy or growth. That's why we've got to turn our gaze to Him, so that this change moves towards the unchanging, and our minds, hearts and spirits are aligned with His (none of our bodies are going to get out of this alive, but He's got new ones for us!) So changing can shift to unchanging, and temporal to eternal.
Wow, God. Wow.
Linking up to Brag on God Friday.