Some person has said “The only constant is change.” How true that is, and how much happier we are to embrace that understanding rather than to go kicking around an unexpected curve or resisting the stretching and challenge of maturing. How clever and knowing of us, for indeed change is inevitable, and we might as well know that some of these developments are pleasant, while other restyling of our schedules and even of our relationships may present itself as being a distinct and undesirable task.
After breakfast this morning Jerry and I took a walk into our near woods–about a mile there and back–and on the way, camera on my shoulder, I saw two examples of such change. Inescapable is that summer gives into fall, and that our trees, a few months back having pulled on the green of their spring finery, now have changed their minds. The heat of summer has sucked away the emerald tones and now those once tender, green leaves have gone to red and in short days will crinkle into brown and will fall to the earth.
Just before our path stopped at the road leading into Thousand Pines Camp, I saw this plant and while Jerry turned and headed back, I paused to look and to snap a couple of pictures. Those tan pods used to be purple flowers and that purple one–hanging on to its color now–in a few days will fade as has its comrades.
Only One does not change. James spoke of it in his book in the Bible. Chapter 1, verse 17.
. . . and cometh down from the Father of all lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.
The rest of us? Change. Count on it. It’s coming.