I met with a friend recently and while meeting with her I realized the change that had taken place in her. What is more is during this exchange I realized that it was time that I step aside, allowing her to make this transition in her life. This encounter opened my eyes to the thought that all things are changing around me. No amount of coaxing can stop it--life, death, growing old, losing friends, meeting new people--all of this comes with the uniqueness of each day.
Though much of me loves the unknown--the growing pains of dealing with people and meshing emotions, I find myself tonight searching for the constant. As if I am underwater, my breath has escaped me, and I find myself frantically searching and reaching for the surface. I am not sure how I would live without Christ or how anyone lives without the everlasting hope of knowing Him. It is through Christ that I have strength and a resolve to face the darkest of days. Without Him all hope is lost.
He is the constant in an ever-changing world; the light in an ever-grim pursuit for meaning. It is with the assurance of Christ that I am alive.
