Things Change

I started running again. I hadn't been out in a couple of months, so I was a little surprised to see that my route has changed again. The first thing to change happened years ago when they tore down an old farm house along Bailey Road. I loved running past it because it made me feel like I was in the country instead of a city of 60,000 people. The next thing to change was my sidewalk. Where there was once a stop light, there is now a round-a-bout and my trail dips down underneath the street. The latest change is East Ridge, the new High School. They added two new traffic lights and tore down another old farm house. I realize that some things have to change. I don't know why these changes along my running route bother me so much, because they really haven't made a huge impact on where I run. I think I worry about future changes and whether my favorite dirt road will still be there next summer. They say that when God closes one door, He opens another. The hard part for me is letting the door close behind me. I want to close my eyes and have everything back the way it was. It's not all bad to remember the places we come from, but if I keep looking back, I'll never see what's beyond the next door and sometimes it's better than what I left behind. I remind myself that God is in control and I don't have to worry so much. I just really hope God doesn't let them pave my favorite dirt road.