I have this habit that I’m pretty sure my family doesn’t really “get” – I like to re-arrange the furniture periodically.

And by “periodically” I mean frequently.

Like, a lot frequently.

Well, okay, it’s not that I’m changing things around every week or anything, but I definitely do more than once a year.

Or twice a year.

Or three, four times max, a year.

And the thing is, if you “get” this, there’s really no need to explain. If you don’t, well, what can I say? A little re-decorating and re-arranging can really transform a space.

Sometimes spaces need a bit of transforming.

Sometimes lives do too.

It’s not always easy.

Furniture is heavy, and don’t even ask about the piano. Either of them.

Yeah, and I’ve gone ahead and dismantled more than one piece in order to move it through a doorway and re-assemble it on the other side.

Transformations sometimes need a bit of dismantling. Moving a heavy load from heart-space to forgiveness-grace can take some doing, and sometimes the anger or resentment we’re trying to move just won’t fit through the doorway of forgiveness all in one piece.

But here’s the thing – we can still move it. Dismantle it. Take it apart into smaller pieces that we can manage.

Forgive bit by bit. One piece at a time.

Transformations are never easy.

We may know what we want to do, determine to act, even begin. But between the starting and the finishing is a whole lot of work. Spaces and hearts and lives don’t get transformed without some heavy lifting, or maybe even a bit of dismantling.

Transformations are never easy.

But they’re always possible.

~xo,
LuAnne