There is a constant in life that looms alongside other things that remain.
All is flux, is how one person describes this constant.
Of course, when I was younger, flux was used to solder metals together. It was not the solder. The flux went with the solder and made the weld strong by cleaning out and preparing the place where the joint would fit.
I suppose change is that flux. You can put your foot in a stream and think you know all about the water. But in a moment’s time, new water passes by, the stream may overflow and a new path be formed.
A few years ago I put this poster on the side of a filing cabinet.
Blessed are the flexible for they will not be bent out of shape.
I suppose that was a reminder to me. I am one who likes to have things in place. As my mother used to say, “A place for everything and everything in its place.”
Following that advice is very helpful, but every once in a while things shift and your plans fall off the shelf. And we are left to pick things up, perhaps rearrange them differently, and joyfully view a new sight.
Last night I was asked to rearrange a schedule that I thought was set in place. The new schedule is helpful to others (and probably to myself) – while possible for me to accommodate. And so, looking at the change, I can decide to be bent out of shape or be flexible.
I’m going to chose to be flexible!!