When Change is in the Air

Have you ever grown discontented and didn’t know why?

You couldn’t quite put your finger on the reason your mood darkened or you suddenly felt constrained, uncomfortable, itchy for something. I sure have.

Often this odd annoyance occurs well before change knocks on the heart’s door or peeks in through the window of our thoughts.

It’s as if God needs us to listen before the message arrives, so He wrinkles our starched shirts and we feel itchy, inwardly awkward, unhappy.

We search under layer after layer of emotional bedding in hopes of finding the tiny pea of our discontentment.

As the dissatisfaction intensifies, we begin searching outside of ourselves; looking for a scapegoat we can blame for the sourness in our souls: a neglectful partner, an annoying friend, a political decision.

I’ve experienced this reoccurring cycle more times than I can remember, let alone count, so you’d think I’d know the drill and stop to listen. Yet every time the rustling of change happens inside my soul, I search in all the wrong places among all the wrong people until my will has sufficiently exhausted itself.

Then the message comes:

A whisper of insight in the night
An awakened excitement for an art form
A serendipitous encounter with someone
A path or purpose I’d never considered before

Yes, destiny sweeps us along into the change God intended, and our soul settles until the next gale blows.

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