We started building a house last week.
We’ve been in the process for two and a half years, but it really feels like my whole life because “when we build our house” was always on the horizon.
It feels like that’s the way a lot of my life is going right now. This is the time we’ve been talking about and to which everything’s been leading up. I’m a senior in high school. That means this is my last summer of youth. My last year of HPA, co-op, piano. This is my last summer in this house. The last summer to run these specific roads in the morning. The last summer to sit alone on the tree swing as the sun sets.The last summer to make jam in this kitchen. The last fall to pull in and out of this driveway. The last fall to die of laughter in our kitchen over huge Carmel apples causing mouth problems. The last fall to watch these leaves change. The last fall to start a new highschool journal on the first Tuesday of September.
I hate lasts.
There’s also a bunch of beginnings.
First time registering for classes. First time attending college. First time I’m fully responsible. First time I really have to decide what to do with my life. First time driving to school. First time driving the carpool to HPA. First time being a really truly “big kid.” First time planning to graduate. First time to wonder about a after-school job.
Sometimes, I think I hate firsts too.
If you haven’t picked up on this yet, I’m a person of routine and order. I am usually content to keep things the way they are. Let’s just perform this show every weekend for forever. Let’s not start that new class. I don’t want to drive on that new road. I like the group of people I hang out with now.
But we can never move ahead into all the fantastic blessings God has for us if we stayed in the past.
This means things have to change.
And we all know how I feel about change.
I think as teenagers/young adults, when our life plans and friends and dreams and goals are changing faster than we can come to grip with it all, this is especially reassuring. My life feels like it is spiraling out of control so very often, but God never changes. My house may change, my plans may change, my friends may change, my job may change, but God remains the same faithful, holy, perfect, loving, all-knowing God that He always has been and always will be.
As a Christian, who you are to Him doesn’t change either. As long as you continue loving and following Him, repenting and confessing your sin, He will hold you securely (1 John 5:18). Your world can be turning upside down, but He holds you in His hands, protecting you, shielding you, loving you, covering you with His wings.
For me, in the midst of so many beginnings and endings and I-don’t-even-know!s, this is the ultimate reassurance. Wherever I’m going, whatever I’m doing, however life is changing moment by moment, these three things remain the same.
My God never changes.
He is always faithful.
He loves me, insecurities, unknowns, mistakes and all.
The same is true for you.
Yes, you. I might know you and I might not. But I do know this.
He loves you.
No matter how you messed up last year, last week, yesterday, this morning, no matter how much you doubt, He still loves you. He created you and you are His. Run to His unchanging arms today, friends, and let Him give you peace.