In general, change doesn’t scare me. For instance, moving half way across the country to a place where you don’t know a single soul? Sounds like a grand adventure.

But growth? Growth can be hard. Scary even. It requires a lot — a lot of effort, a lot of sacrifice, a lot of risk.

I’m the kind of person who likes to know EXACTLY what the expectations are and EXACTLY how to fulfill them. And I want all the tools I need at my disposal.

I’m not afraid of hard work. But being unprepared for it? Stepping into the unknown? Taking what feels like a giant risk?

But I told someone recently, I’ve never regretted taking a risk and going for growth.

It’s a little scary at the time. But as my parents always say, in my own way I am a risk taker — I just take calculated risks.

I’d never even flown before when, at 12 years old, I told my parents I wanted to go on a missions trip to Brazil — without them.

I’d never lived on my own before when I chose a college 41 hours from home.

I was (still am) terrified of heights when I decided to go skydiving, because I wanted to know what it felt like.

At some point, in order to ever learn to do something well, you have to choose to do it for the first time.

And then, eventually, with a lot of prayer and hard work and time, you find your groove. You begin to understand the expectations and feel comfortable with your ability and utilize the tools at your disposal.

And so, on the precipice of yet another change. Another risk. Another time for growth. I arm myself with the knowledge that, really, I’ve done this before and not only survived, but thrived. And thriving…thriving is what I want more than anything.

Lifestyle changes…

Lifestyle changes…

As the rhythms of life ebb and flow, change and transition, I find myself changing and transitioning with them. It’s good. Growth is good.

But it’s change, and change is hard.

We are in the process of selling my pretty little sports car (which I have thoroughly enjoyed for the past three years), because it is simply too small. Too small to fit very many people. Too small to even really fit Husband. Far too small to tow a horse trailer.

So my lovely little lady will be looking for a new home.

My old car

However, in it’s place, we purchased a 2004 Tacoma; ie. more room, more power, more everything. And I have to admit, for a truck, it’s a thing of beauty.

My new truck

I might miss my zippy little sports car, but we need a truck to hold all the blessings in our life right now! And that’s nothing to complain about =).

And, as an added bonus, once we get around to installing a hitch on the new truck, I can tow this lovely thing around:

My horse trailer
Photo is from our return trip from Ohio last Thanksgiving, where we actually purchased the trailer. We had to borrow a truck to make that trip!

Which means I can take this girl trail riding:

My little girl, Chappy.

So even if it is a little bittersweet, this change is more sweet than bitter.

My new truck