Adapting to change

If there's one thing i've noticed about the life i have led thus far, it's that change is inevitable, freaky and often the hardest thing to do.

When i'm staring my situation in the face, it frequently occurs to me that my life won't be the same. I've walked into a cave, hesitated, and found that i can not turn back. I've also discovered this cave is actually a tunnel. I walk through this tunnel and i can see evidence of a person walking through this tunnel before i have, no skeletons or rotting flesh, just footprints. The footprints show me where to go.

I have a lot to change, not only do i have this tiny form to mould as such, but i have this child for his life. (and you can't tell me that that's not one of the freakiest things a teen can hear!)

I like challenges, and i like change (sometimes). I'm not afraid as such, this is such an awesome opportunity, i'm just overwhelmed that my life has been changed to a somewhat selfish teen to ...a mother? I look at the palms of my hands and i can visualise being a mother, holding the precious joy. I can view my situation in two ways: one, as a negative thing two, as a positive thing, i lean towards the latter. Truely, God's way is best.