Wednesday, March 1, 2017

When transitions are hard

When my son threw a fit every time we loaded our mini-van to travel
anywhere, or aggravated every sibling (even when there were only 4) before we could
get him buckled in his child safety seat, or argued with us about coming
to the table to start his school work, 
red flags began waving in my head.

Everything was difficult about him, but transitioning from one activity 
to the other was misery.
I began to see a pattern.
And I would brace myself for it.
Lots of times, I resented it.
"Why can't he just acclimate normally to a slight adjustment in our day?"
"Why does every slight change have to be a big deal?"
"Why can't he just respond like.......?"
"Why does he have to blow up every time we leave the house and make the rest of us miserable until we're 10 minutes down the highway?"

We tried lots of strategies.
Well-meaning family and friends offered sage advice.
The one and only thing that has made an enormous difference?

A better understanding of the world around him.

The fact that he's nearly 15 and his brain has developed more and he has a better understanding of the world around him has calmed his anxieties.
He has seen the patterns.
They are the same nearly every time.
He has been to the same places every time many times
so he knows what to expect.
He has a history with us.
The world isn't such a scary place.

I've been feeling much like this since our new President was sworn into office.
The response has been ridiculous.
Over the top.
Such an uncomfortable feeling.
Like the sibling strapped into a family vehicle having to listen to
the tantrum of a troubled brother/sister not happy with who's driving.

It might feel like we're going to a brand new place.
Never seen before and a little scary.
We feel like we don't have control over our final destination.
And we really don't.
We never have.

But over time, as we've experienced more of life,
we learn that everything has it's up's and down's.
The ebb and flow of life.
And we're still here.
Safe and secure.

Because we know who's driving this one life we're living.
We can trust Him.
He's the one who has designed the road map and knows where we're heading.

"Will your anchor hold in the storms of life,
When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?
When the strong tides lift, and the cables strain,
Will your anchor drift or firm remain?

We have an anchor that keeps the soul
Stedfast and sure while the billows roll,
Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep in the Savior's love."

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