Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Change

It wasn’t long after we got married that I learned that Ray likes to rearrange furniture. I’d come home and the living room would look completely different than it had a few hours before, and it did not make me happy.

I hate change. Change bothers me. Change makes me uncomfortable.

I wish I could say that I graciously allowed my husband to move the furniture around the house. After all, who was it hurting? I’m sure, however, that I whined and cried about it because eventually the furniture stopped moving.

We got a new Christmas tree this year. This is a good change. Our old one was beautiful, but half the lights were broken, and it was WAY too big for our home. We had to take a piece out of our sectional each year just to fit it in the living room which was annoying and a pain. So this year I found a tall, skinny tree that I figured we could put in the same spot, but we wouldn’t have to take the couch apart.

Ray decided, however, that it would work even better if we rearranged the living room. I’m sure he was afraid to give me this piece of news, given my poor reactions in the past. I’m sure it was with fear and trembling that he started to push the couch to a different corner of the room.

I’ll admit to being a bit…nervous…about the whole thing. We haven’t rearranged the living room since we moved here, which was 3 ½ years ago. And I was fine with that. But I did my best to hold my tongue, and just let him do it.

It’s been several days now, and I can honestly say that I really like our new living room setup. I think it makes the rooms look bigger, and the kids can’t climb on the back of the couch. I’m wondering if I’ll want to keep it this way even after Christmas, and I’m also wondering why we didn’t try it out sooner.

I think often, my heart is like my living room. I get so comfortable with the way things are, and I don’t want to give change a try. God nudges me and says, “Laura, I think it would be better if we moved this here, and that there.” And I stamp my feet, pitch a fit, and leave my heart furniture right where it has always been, thankyouverymuch. Certainly HE doesn’t know better than I do. Certainly HIS plan couldn’t be better than mine. Certainly I would hate whatever He chose to do, and I’d just have to put it back as soon as I thought He wasn’t looking.

I’m thinking, though, that I’ve missed out on many blessings because of my stubbornness and unwillingness to change (and BE changed). I’m thinking that maybe my life would actually be better if I allowed some rearranging in my heart.
Lord, give me a new heart, and put a new spirit within me. Remove the heart of stone from my body and give me a heart of flesh. (Ezekiel 36:26)

3 comments:

  1. I wonder how long God will keep trying to rearrange the furniture? Does he ever give up on a person? It sure seems like he has been way too patient with me.

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  2. I think you should post a picture of your living room with the Christmas tree up. :)

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  3. Oh, I will for sure once the tree is decorated. Right now it looks kind of pitiful because it hasn't even been fluffed yet. haha!

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