May 3, 2005

process in progress

Immutable/mutable
Immutability/mutability
Unchangeable/changeable
Never Changing/Never Ceasing Change

Think about it…
God is immutable
He never changes – within His makeup is stability. He made change, is outside of change, and looks down from His throne upon change.

We on the other hand move from moment to moment – or if we are into today’s terms nanosecond to nanosecond - unable to remain the same. Time is constant, change is constant.

There are positives and negatives to this reality. My friends are quite involved with this thought at this time in our lives. We laugh about needing to pull out our reading glasses to read the menu at Chili’s. We gleam with pride at the pictures of our grandchildren we send in our e-mails to our friends and relatives – now just think about that for a minute WE DON’T JUST HAVE E-MAIL! WE USE IT! And of course being women, we are constantly discussing ‘The Change’. (Fellow bloggers please do not be offended by the reference to estrogen, or should I say the lack thereof, that comes about in this change.) We laugh at our bodies, try to find solace in the camaraderie of it all – but IT is scary.

We remember the days of our childhood, when 10 seemed to be so far away, a number in the offing. After blowing the 10th candle out, nothing slowed down from there. Soon we were questioning the changes that were happening in our bodies. Unable to discuss them with anyone because it was just ‘not discussed’ we forged forward much of the time in complete chaos. We didn’t understand why we looked like women and the guys (sometimes standing a foot under us) still looked like boys. We still felt like girls, or did we? There were subtle differences within our groups. The ‘in’ crowds and the ‘outs’. But we were ALL changing.

Then dating or not dating came in with all its insecurities and fears. Some of us slipped into the misconception that the changes our bodies had gone through gave us some type of freedom to use them in anyway we could – anyway that ‘felt’ right. Many of us slipped into dreaming of changing from Miss to Mrs. and thought that that would settle us – secure us – seal us! Talk about misconceptions!

I myself moved 38 times in 32 years. Granted some of those were from my parent’s house to a dorm – but when we are talking about change and moving being change we must count those as well. Since then I have moved 3 more times albeit within the same area. But, just ask my youngest son who lost his best friend in the last move – changing from one house to another ­i­­s a move; i­­­s shaking; is change.

All that said, and I probably will come back to this thought many times in my musings, CHANGE is actually one of the most frightening constants in our lives.

As a woman I deal with the fight within myself of the ‘what ifs’. You know the ‘what ifs’. What if Sara finds out I like Johnnie? What if he’s ‘The One’? What if I’m pregnant? What if I loose my job? What if my husband looses his job? What if my husband leaves me? What if he doesn’t?

I believe that men play this game as well, but being a woman I can say it with all confidence – we women live in our brains at least 3 months in advance.


One of the most incredibly peaceful attributes of God is His immutability. God IS. He is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. He is the only thing you can hang your hat on that won’t fall down, blow over, or deteriorate! God is God!

This mystery/reality and the mystery/reality that Jesus was/is 100% GOD and 100% MAN are two of the most impacting truths in my life. These two truths lead me to the understanding that if they were true (which after many years of digging, digesting, and agonizing I came to a certainty they are) then what else is more important than sharing Him with others? Why keep this peace-love-joy to myself? Why not share the wonder of Him to the neighbors? Why not share it with the strangers that come across my path? Why would I not want EVERYONE to know this? And that was the deciding factor in this appointed missionary’s past that spurred me into signing on the dotted line – missionary appointed to Europe.

Welcome to this blogspot where I will place the musings of a mutating missionary.

May God be glorified in this safe place of questioning, quandary, and quipping.

Because He IS the I AM, i am
A Mutating Missionary
Posted by Robyn Rochelle E. at Tuesday, May 03, 2005