On November 5, 2008, while taking a prayer walk through the east Texas prairie, God spoke to my heart: “The world is about to change.” I took it as a prophetic glimpse of the future and began to share the warning everywhere I went.
I thought at that time that an economic crash might be imminent. I also saw the decay of the American culture and knew that God is just.
But the sudden “jolt” didn’t come, though I prepared my work and family for it. Now, fifteen years later, I wonder once again:
Is the world about to change?
Most of us shy away from this word because we don’t like the uncertainty of upsetting the status quo.
I’ve been thinking much about change recently, not out of choice but necessity. By the time September rolls around, I will have spent the past six months involved in five different moves.
Unsettling. Lots of work. Many memories. Even a few tears.
Yet, recently, I’ve enjoyed great peace in my life by admitting the obvious.
Change is a constant of life on this earth.