I am incredibly stubborn.
No, really. I can prove it to you.
I like things done the way I have always done them. If they
are not done that way, it upsets me. My expectations for myself are rigid, and
I hold myself to the most immovable standards. For instance?
I must be to work at least five minutes early every day. If I am not, my day starts in
a rush. And I do not like to be
rushed.
Most social events or expenses I begin planning for at least
a week in advance. For large events or expenses? At least a month of
preparation.
I always notify my immediate loved ones of where I am and
what I am doing, especially if there is a change from the normal routine. To do
otherwise is just unsafe.
Convinced yet?
I am the concrete. I admire concrete, with its well-made
structure that is built to withstand thousands of pounds of force thousands of
times daily.
But even concrete weathers.
Then you get potholes, worn out sections of road with
pebbles that kick up and sting. The concrete fights as it is broken down. Why
should something so mighty be trampled on by the forces of man and nature?
That’s the clincher. The concrete can’t change. It can’t
realize that once in a while it might be wrong. It can’t take a step back and
look at its situation from another point of view. It is stuck in its own way,
forever to slowly degrade, or to be repaved by forces entirely outside of its
control.
I, however, can change.
I can adapt and learn and grow. The forces of change are not evil. I am broken
beyond repair, but my Savior Jesus is the one who saves.
He repaves, and I am reborn.