Change

It's the end of the school year and in six days, I will be moving back home for the summer, so I guess it makes sense that change would be on the brain.  I am a person who loves being where she is when she is, and I love change. I love a change of scenery - I won't stay in the same building for longer than two hours in a day unless I am sleeping. I love a change of pace - mostly, I like going to places with a slow pace because everything at the university is fast-paced to me.  I love a change of decoration - rearranging my room as often as I can, if I can. And if I can't? Then I throw things out and move the remaining stuff around into a new pattern. I think that part of the reason I love change is because I trust God to keep providing me with the things I need. He is this great conductor who orchestrates everyone around one another keeping perfect time.  But another reason is that up until now, even in change there has been certainty. Leaving high school was a "change" but college was the stable next step.  Likewise, in all other changes, there was a sure next step. As I wrap up the end of my second year of college, I am realizing that I have two years to decide my own next step. I already know a number of things that will change between this year and next, and I have a number of things that I am pretty certain will change, and now I don't know what the next step will be. Perhaps a more logical word word for today would have been "trust" but I am going to stick with "change" and see where it leads me!