So mom's settled in her new home. Although it's not what she's used to, she did admit to me one day that she understands now why she had to make the move. But why did she wait so long to move to this place; a place she would have enjoyed so much better when she was healthier. Well, you can chalk it up to one thing - stubborness. And the only reason I can say that is because the stubborn gene lies dormant in my heart as well. It comes out and rears its ugly head now and again, and, when it does, my husband gleefully points out that I'm 'being just as hard headed as the rest of my family.' Boy, I hate it when he's right.
Stubborness does have its bad points I will admit. Holding on tightly, clinging to the way life is now. Resisting the change that might make all the difference in the world - that might, if you let it, actually be a good thing - even a great thing in your life.
I HATE change. My resistance to it is demonstrated in many ways. I always order the same drink when I go to Starbucks - tall caramel machiatto - decaff, with whip cream on top. When I see a seasonal drink like a pumpkin spice latte, I don't even bat an eye. Why mess with a good thing? I shop at the same grocery store every week - weaving the same path in and out of the aisles; vegetables at the front, bread and cereal in the middle, ice cream at the very back. In fact, when the store makes changes, I get a bit miffed. Don't mess with my routine - you might regret it.
My husband is so the opposite of me. Sometimes it frustrates me when he decides to take a shortcut through a neighborhood - a deviation from the same walking trail I follow every day, or when he takes a different route home from church. 'What are you doing?' I ask, 'This isn't the way home?' On more than one occassion, I've had the humbling experience of realizing that life doesn't always have to follow my "normal". Changing things up a bit can be kinda fun, and, sometimes, even necessary.
After my husband began his new job, we started looking at houses that would be closer to his workplace. In fact, we began thinking about building a new home. So, one weekend we met with a realtor to begin the process. He had an estimate all laid out for us, we talked about features we wanted, and discussed the costs involved. We were on the verge of signing a deal. But, for some reason, we decided not to do it that day. After we'd met with the guy, my husband mentioned that he wanted to look at some existing houses.
On the drive over, I made the comment that I wished he would 'stop taking us on all these little bunny trails.' We'd made our decision, right? Why change things up now? Well, I choked on every word when we stepped into the house that was to become ours. We fell in love with it on the spot - both of us. And let me tell you, my husband did not hesitate to point out that following this bunny trail hadn't been such a bad idea.
So sometimes, I guess, change is a good thing. And maybe following those bunny trails every once in awhile is good for me. I do hafta admit that it gets boring ordering the same drink, walking the same trail, shopping at the same store week after week. Sometimes, things gotta get mixed up. So, I'll try a different latte next week. And maybe I'll deviate from my walking trail every few days. I might even dare to go to a new grocery store this week. Who knows, I might find myself enjoying the change of scenery. Darn, bunny trails . . .
Ecc 3:11 [God] has made everything (even change) beautiful in its time.
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