This morning the birdsong started at around five. There was one culprit who was louder and more persistent than the rest: the wren. Known for its tiny size, it has the loudest, most varied call. Impressive for the first few times then slightly annoying!

Last week I was unexpectedly forced to consider moving from my home into another one more suitable for my ‘situation’. It was out of the blue and will take me a bit of time to process. The wren is happy to transition to a different song. I am not.

Is there a change creeping up on you too? How good are you at changing your life song? Does it steal your sleep, disturb your peace of mind, or excite you?

Right now I am trying to think of ways to stay here. In my mind there is a whisper about a God who never changes and a rock to hold on to, but the loud noise of panic is drowning it out. For now.

Are you struggling with unexpected change? Can you see yourself becoming more like the wren-sustaining your song through differing circumstances? Can you find a shred of resilience that will carry you through?

I’m waiting for that too.