I am now at the point in my life where all the well meaning people in my life are asking me what is next. I know that those who ask are genuinely interested in my answer and they are asking to show that they care. However, with every question I am reminded that it is time for me to move on. I am forced to acknowledge that the place I have been able to call home for the past four years will soon cease to be my home.
This has hit me a lot recently as I have one "last" after another. I have had last meetings, last dinners with friends, last classes, and even last homework assignments. I have begun to reflect on my time at Gettysburg. What have I really learn? What will I miss the most?
I invested four years into building a life for myself here, and in just over two weeks that security will cease to exist. I chose the word "security" because that's what change is really about. It is about a lack of security; it's about the unknown. Those, like myself, who fear change don't fear so much the actual change but the unknown. Even if someone tells me exactly what the change will look like, there is no way to know that their assessment is correct. I will never truly know about the change until it is happening, hence the unknown.
One thing I have learned is that it doesn't even matter if the change is good or bad, my fear of change exists simply because it is change. But the world is a world of change; changing weather, changing time, and changing seasons. Doesn't that leave me in a conundrum? It can leave me stricken by anxiety and unable to get out of bed (as it has on occasion), or I can decide to face the unknown with a sense of anticipation.
I am a creature of habit. I like my traditions, and I hold fast to them. I have a strong sense of "right" and "wrong", which when coupled with my love of traditions can leave me seeing all change as evil - since they often challenge my sense of habit and tradition, which I view as good.
One thing I have learned is that it doesn't even matter if the change is good or bad, my fear of change exists simply because it is change. But the world is a world of change; changing weather, changing time, and changing seasons. Doesn't that leave me in a conundrum? It can leave me stricken by anxiety and unable to get out of bed (as it has on occasion), or I can decide to face the unknown with a sense of anticipation.
I am a creature of habit. I like my traditions, and I hold fast to them. I have a strong sense of "right" and "wrong", which when coupled with my love of traditions can leave me seeing all change as evil - since they often challenge my sense of habit and tradition, which I view as good.
If I have learned anything it is that the world is nothing if not constantly changing; both the world at large and my small personal world. Friends come into and out of life, homes are built and then left, and life stages come and go. Trying to hold onto the old prevents you from living in the new. One of my goals coming to college was to not wish my life away. Meaning learning not to spend my life wishing it was either the past nor the future but rather living in the now - accepting life as it is, with the stage that I am currently living in.
With this new change in life season, a lot is going to be shifting.
- Things that I am losing: my home for the last four years, proximity to friends, a strong Christian Fellowship, and my identity as student.
- Things that I will be able to retain: my childhood/family home, my friends (even though we will be far apart), and my identity as Christian.
- Things that I am gaining: a new home (currently unknown), a new set of experiences, and a new identity as teacher.
- This change does not result in a small adaptation to my identity as student, but rather a complete switch from student to teacher
- This upcoming change is temporal, but I don't get to return to the previous state.
- This change is filled with unknowns, including the unknown of where I am living.
But I can take reassurance that "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever." Hebrews 13:8





