Change is inevitable. It’s not always bad, nor good. But it always happens.

A friend once told me that my life was like a movie. And now I see what she means. My life has changed crazily and rapidly. In one year, I went from a 4-H homeschool girl with big dreams and plenty of time for adventures to a run-from-class-to-class college student juggling two jobs.

But the dreams are still there.

Dreams of traveling the world with a pen and paper, the wind in your face and sun on your hair. Of early mornings in the garden with coffee, and late nights on the porch rocker watching the starts come out. Of sleeping on the beach and hiking in the mountain. Of getting the last paragraph typed.

I had this dream my life would be.

And so I’ve let go of my lifeguard job so I could have more time to start my little business and more time to write. Time. Every time I’ve let go of something to free myself up, I’ve looked back and wondered how I lived through that season.

And that’s life.

The real and the messy. The mud, blood, and tears.

Well, not too much blood. So far my worst injury was shooting myself with a nail gun and I aim to keep it that way. So let’s hope my aim is better.

Here’s to the raw.

I cried last night. And have lately…a lot. With everything swirling out of your control, sometimes the weight of the world seems upon you. But it’s not. And it’s under His control.

Isn’t it so awesome that our God never changes?

Be very sure, your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!

Ruth Cye Jones