The Disorder of Adjustment

The school year is coming to an end. Seniors everywhere are experiencing “senioritis.” Students of all ages “check out” in those last few weeks of school when testing is complete. Teachers are burnt out and ready for a break as well. Likewise, I’m going through my own “itis” as we near the end of this transition.
The “ITIS” I am experiencing has nothing to do with the end of the school year (because we are going to be doing some schooling even during the summer), but an intense longing for this time of transition to be over. Then I really thought about that. Even after we move, we will have the transition of settling in a new home, a new community, finding a new church,
establishing a new routine, and making new friends. Life is a never-ending time of transition.
When I worked as a social worker in the public sector certifying mental health care for insurance companies, providers would call in to receive additional sessions for their clients/patients. A common diagnosis, especially early in the counseling relationship, is “adjustment disorder not otherwise specified.” Typically after several sessions, a provider ought to have a more specific diagnosis, but that is insurance talk. I do not minimize mental health issues (then or now), but sometimes, I felt like saying, “Life is an adjustment disorder!”
Strictly speaking, I am not a fan of change. Being a preacher’s kid required moving every few years growing up. Being an Army wife held even more inconsistency. Dietrich has said goodbye to so many friends, especially in the last three years. As a young person, about move, I shared my apprehension and sadness with a teacher, who also happened to be a Christian. She told me, “Every time you go somewhere, you will already have family waiting for you.” Having only been baptized earlier that year, though I was “raised in the church,” I was a new Christian. She changed my perspective about moving, even if I still didn’t like it, I knew I could count on my friends and church family no matter where in the world God may lead me. When I was in college, the movie Hope Floats came out and the quote at the end sums up all of my transitional feelings.
I’m anxious to settle in a new place with our own belongings, get the kids in their own rooms again, and find a church family again. However, I continue to rest in God’s promises, for no matter what changes in our lives, He remains constant (Hebrews 13:8) and He is with us wherever we go (Joshua 1:9, Deuteronomy 31:6). While we find ourselves at both a beginning and an end, we’re also in the middle of the ever-changing adjustment disorder of life.