Change

My kids are always asking me for change. They see the value in it. I see change as a heavy nuisance filling my tiny little change purse. They like to collect it and count it and even buy stuff with it.

Some things never seem to change. There will always be that person in your life that says just the wrong thing and looks at you sideways whilst you walk down the hall at church. There will be the clothes in your closet that fit and those that don't quite fit, yet. Those things that remain constant. Those things you can count on. Good or bad, easy or hard, like noise in your house when you have young children.

Some things change too often. The days move along, the seasons change from fall to winter and spring to summer much too quickly. Baby boys learn to walk and talk and shoot air soft guns at each other before you can turn around. Husbands learn to give you the best mother's day on the planet or your favorite lotion runs out and you find another favorite. Your neighbors turn into friends who turn into family and then you find yourself saying goodbye before you realize what is happening. Your eyes fill with happiness then to sadness in the blink of an eye.

We are moving to Oregon and we will miss this place. More to the point, we will miss our friends. We love them. This change is like the change in my wallet; a nuisance, heavy, in the way. But not without its value. Seemingly small if taken one handful at a time. Significant if added up over a life time. Change after change, counting on those things that remain. Those things like love. Those things like family. Counting each piece. Saving it up. Making us rich beyond measure.