A funny thing happened at our house recently. Let me go back ten years and bring you up to date.
When we moved into the home where we currently live, we purchased new furniture for the living room because we had moved our old furniture into the family room of the new house.
Over the years, the living room (and the new furniture) has remained unused because we spend most of our time in the family room. I have religiously dusted and vacuumed the living room, and even treated the leather furniture, sometimes wondering what purpose it had.
A few months ago my husband made a trip to Florida and brought back some of his mother’s possessions, including beautiful antique hand-carved furniture. Three of the ornate pieces landed in my office. Now we had TWO rooms of unused furniture. Our home was quickly turning into a museum.
At first I enjoyed the antique pieces in the office. Although they didn’t quite blend in with the African decor, they did look classy. One day, I was busy at my desk and decided I wanted to change positions and sit on a more comfortable seat. Alas! No where in the office to sit. It had furniture, but not for practical use.
I approached my husband with the idea to move the living room furniture into the office and relocate his mother’s antique pieces into the living room. He (reluctantly) agreed and we began the moving process. After a few sweaty hours, the switch was complete.
Now with my mother-in-law’s treasured possessions on display, the living room looks even more like a museum. The ornate furniture has found a perfect place, but it remains unused. And, I still dust it religiously.
However, an amazing transformation took place in the office. After we moved and resettled the furniture, I walked down the hall and glanced in the office. There sat my husband on the couch that had been unused for years. Grinning at me, he said, “This couch really is comfortable. I found my new reading spot.” He had even adjusted the track lighting so it would illuminate his new corner of the world.
The next morning, I fixed my coffee and avoided the family room. Instead, I made my way to the office to test the comfortable couch. Ahhh. My husband was right. Now I had found my new morning quiet-time spot.
A few days later, my husband announced, “If you need me, I’ll be in the study.” Study? We have a study? I watched as he disappeared into the office.
It’s amazing the transformation that can take place just by moving a few pieces of furniture to a different room. The office suddenly transitioned into a study. The furniture that looked stiff in the living room was actually extremely comfortable and useful. Making the move redefined the purpose and identity of the furniture AND the room. And, furniture that is used more often requires less dusting! Go figure.
Our lives are a lot like furniture. We can be stiff, ornate dust collectors, silently communicating “Do not touch.” Or we can reposition ourselves (no matter how inconvenient) and discover a new sense of fulfillment from which others can benefit.Just because God created us from dust doesn’t mean we should spend a lifetime collecting it.
Now please excuse me while I make my way to the office–I mean the study.