The Lord had said to Abram, “Go from your country, your people and your father’s household to the land I will show you…” Genesis 12:1
It’s something I want, sometimes desperately.
It’s something I seek through the wrong things sometimes…food, wine, procrastination. It’s a bit like looking for love in all the wrong places.
It can be a beautiful thing. Comfort from a beloved friend, my good husband, my sweet sisters. When I’m sad, comfort can bring me back.
But comfort is something I can also get too comfortable with. The comfort of staying where I am. Doing what I’m doing. Not pushing past the obstacles. Not trying something new. Not daring.
Comfort can hold me back. I know discomfort can expand my boundaries. Expand my territory, my thinking, my feelings, my relationships.
So if I’m clinging on too hard to comfort, instead of being comforted, it becomes a hindrance to the more that awaits, the more that broadens, the more that God offers.
Oh I am a creature of comfort believe me. I like the routine. Like the same. I resist change.
I know not to get too comfortable with comfort because then I’m in danger of never doing, never knowing, never grasping all that is here for me, for you.
I’m uncomfortable in a room full of people I don’t know, but If I push past, I experience new.
I’m uncomfortable trying to write a new thing, but if I stay where I am get to keep what I’m doing.
I’m uncomfortable putting myself out there, but then I’m the one who loses.
Comfort is sometimes full of false promise. A little overrated…
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