There are seasons for everything.
That can be good news if you’re in the midst of a nasty one.
But what if you like where you are?
It is my experience that changes are not always welcome.
When my boy completed his training as a fire fighter in Charleston, S.C.,
he called to tell me about the details of his graduation ceremony.
He was ecstatic.
It made the fact that he lived 1000 miles away
almost worth it to know
we’d finally be celebrating his dream of becoming a firefighter.
“Mom,” he said excitedly, “The Chief will there to present my diploma personally.
She’ll shake my hand and give me my official badge.
I’m even allowed to ask someone to walk on the stage with me!
It’s supposed to be a person of importance.
A person who has helped me achieve my goal of becoming a firefighter.”
I waited for it.