Evergreen
“Sorrow may close the chapter, but the story will end with laughter.” I hate Change. I hate when pieces of my childhood have to become memories and pictures instead of a place to call home. These seasons of change are like the in between, November and March. Rather ugly and slightly messy with a chance of mud. Change is letting go of what you willed to stay the same. Letting go of what you took for granted would never change. Maybe change is as simple as saying goodbye to the cabin, woods, and pine trees you’ve known for 18 years. Maybe it’s as complicated as getting used to living life without someone you loved. Maybe it’s as hard as realizing everything you are, or thought you were, has amounted to exactly a cup full of bitter ashes. And you’re left standing there. Sunlight streaming through the soft green needles. Asking “Why, God?” This Christmas, I realized in a new way, the reason we shrink from things becoming different. The reason we stare into the sky a...