In the heat of a South Carolina August, I arrived at my new home with too many boxes of clothes and hopeful aspirations for the year ahead. I felt like someone had turned me inside out, jittery from iced coffee, nervousness, and excitement. That night, as I snuggled into a new bed in a new place, I felt small. I didn’t have a name and nobody knew my story. I was starting over. The blank canvas was an exciting reminder of the adventure awaiting, but the unknown felt daunting.
That day I realized that life is marked by constant change.
Whether it be starting college, moving, becoming a mom, walking through a parent’s divorce, getting married, or experiencing the sting of death, change forces us to face the tension between our desire to hold on and the plan God has for our next step…
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