With nary a brain cell in full function mode, I convinced my strapping 19 year-old son to pitch in and help. Under great protest, he reluctantly ambled toward our suddenly large looking furniture. We struggled (well, I struggled) to carefully move heavy, dusty furniture across berber carpeting. I gasped when our brown, leather recliner revealed no less than four inches of accumulated pet hair and dust beneath it. Disgusting.
An hour and many aching muscles and sneezes later, our once cozy family room more resembled an akward, clunky disaster than the fresh, new look for which I'd hoped.
"Well, we're just going to have to put everything back." I said matter of factly, hands on my hips. Sometimes things just don't turn out the way we'd expect - or like.
Josh groaned. "That's code for I have to move all this stuff again."
His tone of voice tickled me, and I bent over in a deep belly laugh. Josh grinned. Spurred on by his quirky, resigned statement, we laughed for a solid 5 minutes.
After a crazy vacuuming session, the room was essentially spring cleaned...no more gunk beneath the sofa and chairs. Another muscle and sneeze fest and our furniture resumed its original position. I should have felt let down; yet even though the furniture layout had not changed, I felt oddly satisfied.
Do you feel like you're getting nowhere fast--as though your efforts are futile at best?
Sometimes everything we've labored for appears unsuccesful. At time it's tempting to believe that we're right back at square one. But God is dealing with hidden accumulation, sweeping the dark, unseen places. And even though it seems as though nothing at all has changed, He is removing layers of debris that we didn't even realize existed. Although things might look the same, God is at work. It's up to us to choose to trust Him. Even when our furniture winds up right where it started.