Ecclesiastes 3:1, "For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven." I hate change. There I said it. I try to pretend like I don't hate change, like I'm just a "go with the flow," easy-going person who just takes life as it comes. That's who I would like to be in my mind; but the truth is maybe harder to admit. Change is difficult.
Recently, I've been thinking more about the importance of solitude and down-time. I'm an introvert so I already have a great appreciation for having some free minutes carved into the day in order to recharge.
The morning after the Minnesota Vikings lost to the Philadelphia Eagles in the NFC Championship game, my sports crazy oldest son texted me. In addition to a bad cold and several, unappealing approaching tests, he said he felt "dead inside." He had lost his zest for everything he was doing. Nothing felt like it really mattered. I know—what a ridiculous over-reaction—but if you have any super fans in your life, you know that they invest themselves in games to the point of it affecting them emotionally and physically.