I heard Phil Ochs’ song “Changes”on a folk album today and decided to share it with you. You can click on the link and it will open in a new window, so you can listen to it while reading my belated blog.
“Sit by my side, come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
Wander in my words, dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.” – Phil Ochs
“Change,” my ex-husband once told me, “is the only thing that is for sure.” We had a lively argument about that statement, and for years I don’t think I believed it. But now, in my ultimate wisdom of 62 years, I know he was right.
Tomorrow I fly out of here to go to my grandson’s eighth grade graduation. To be honest, I forgot they had graduations at that age (I probably had one too and just don’t remember it). So I was really surprised when my daughter told me about it a few weeks ago. I called Hammie and asked him if he wanted me to come. “Yes, Nana, I would really like that.”
Atlantic City, New Jersey is the last place I expected to be on June 15th this year. I pictured myself walking through World War II memorials and ruins in Poland, straining my neck to see the Sistine Chapel ceiling or visiting the Church of the Holy Sepulcher in Jerusalem. But Atlantic City? Never in a million years. Just goes to show you how wrong I can be. And how changes affected my life in one incident.
Change. It’s something we relish and dread. If we’re moving, we are excited about our new place (usually); however, we abhor packing and getting ready for the move.
If we’re going to the hospital for an operation, we look forward to getting better, but we do not get all giggly at the thought of someone cutting into us.
We eagerly anticipate the coming of spring and the crocus and daffodils brightening up yards everywhere. Then again, you’ll hear some people complain that they don’t know if they want to do all the work of a garden this year.
The river of life carries us to places we never thought we’d go, where we meet people whom later become our dearest friends. Or it carries us to dark places in our minds where we imagine every possible bad outcome to any situation.
How we deal with changes tells people (and us) a lot about who we are, what our true character is like, and a lot about our faith (or lack of it). I like to picture God laughing in delight if we wind up praising Him during a crisis. If we don’t, my mental picture is one of God saying, “Tut-tut…guess we still have some work to do, don’t we?”
As for me, I’ll try to make the most of this jaunt to Atlantic City. Hugging my grandson after he gradudates will make everything else pale in comparison. And I’ll tell him about the song.
I hope you have someone to sit by your side today, and your upcoming changes bring growth and happiness to your heart.