Nostalgia

I love the part
In fairy tales
That's very near the end
When all the kingdom cheers for their new Queen

And all is well
And all is good
And everyone belongs
And happily they're ever-aftering

But when I enter the kingdom of dreams
And face the promise of all I can be,
Will they see me as a heroine?
Tell me, will they let me in?
Won't someone let me in?

- Let Me In, Rigoletto

I'm feeling very nostalgic, and I started singing this song.

Maybe because I've been looking through old photos, like the one you see above.
Or the one you see below.

I've generally been very aware of change.

[But who isn't?]

And so much has changed.

Like this.

And this.

And this.

And I'm not sure if what I want is for all the change to be un-done, or for nothing else to change, or for something to change.

Have you ever felt like this? It's like you're caught in a limbo between the past and the future, and you're not quite sure how the present fits in.

It's moments like this that I become so aware of my need to cling to God.
He is stable -- my Rock.
His purposes are eternal -- my Guide.
His love is unchanging, and His joy is unfailing -- my Strength.