I used to think for a time that I was good with change. Perhaps it was that there was so much change that I was just numb to it, being the one constant in my life. With each change I became a trained survivalist - dealing with it and moving on. It was a routine that repeated itself many times over.  It wasn't until a couple of years after that season that I learned with each change comes loss (i.e. what was before is now different, thus there is a resulting loss of what had been). Inevitably there is grief attached with each change as you deal with that loss, however big or small. 

Since being told that change implies loss, I've learned to better grieve through change, to give myself grace, and recognize that change isn't easy. In fact, it can downright suck, and that survivalist mentality of mine isn't always the best answer. 

*Breathe* 

Even as change takes away, our Father of lights remains unchanged (James 1:17). 

*Exhale*