Journal for Christa—
School starts tomorrow, not kids, just staff. I know that when I wake up tomorrow, everything will change—no alarm clock, eggs for breakfast, leisurely looking over facebook, etc. and etc. It will all be rush, rush. Every year I promise myself that things will be different. “I will schedule my time better. I will figure out a way to grade essays faster. I will not get stressed,” etc. and etc. I’ve never succeeded.
Last year was a difficult time for the school. People said, “We just have to get through the year and things will be better.” People often just say things; this year will be no different. I anticipate that our meetings will inform us that we must work even harder with even less and be happy for it.
People get tired. It’s bad to be tired before you even start. I wonder what could happen to change things. Sometimes change is good. Sometimes everything being the same is not good. It might be familiar; it might be comfortable, but it’s not always good.
When people get old, they sometimes are afraid of change. They like things the way they’ve always been. It’s predictable and predictable is comfortable, even if it’s hard. I think it’s better to be willing to change. But, change just for the sake of changing isn’t good either. Change is not always the answer.
This has been an enjoyable summer, one that you’d never want to end. We’ve seen all of our children and grandchildren and have two grandchildren on the way. We traveled 5 of the 10 weeks off. We didn’t do any “big summer projects.”
…To change or not to change? I guess, that is the question—a question that should be answered by another most important question: What is the right thing to do? When our kids were small, Pastor Mark would often say, “It’s always right to do right.” That’s the thing that makes people persevere through a tough season in their marriage, in their life, in their whatever.
So for me what seems right is—today I will clean the house and buy groceries; and tomorrow—I’ll eat a bowl of cereal and go to work.