When Change Is Incredibly Uncomfortable

I spent a three-day weekend cleaning and organizing the living room, much to the consternation of our dogs. Do they want clean, fluffy beds ... yes. Do they want to be able to see out the windows so they can bark at turkeys and deer ... yes. But do they want their furniture rearranged, their schedules altered, and their lives apparently ruined because of my efforts to make our home clean and smelling nice? Absolutely not. There's a second picture to the one here. Diesel is my biggest stick in the mud when it comes to my doing weird things at strange times without his permission. After staring at me with a scowl for several minutes, he retreated to the bedroom to pout. I rocked his little world with all my cleaning, and he wasn't about to sit there and watch me do it anymore. Isn't this how we often handle change in our own lives? God moves something, changes something, cleans something up, and we have the same reaction I just witnessed. We park ourselves in front of the sof...