Another Five Minute Friday this week. Five minutes of writing, no editing.
This week: Comfort.
Comfort. Such a cozy word in itself. Doesn't everyone long for comfort as some point or another? Especially when things are difficult, needing comfort, desiring calm. But I've been pondering lately that maybe I desire comfort a bit to often. Maybe I'm being called to be uncomfortable. Maybe in the uncomfortable is where growth happens. Life change, overcoming fear, maturity, refinement. None of them are really comfortable, are they? So maybe in the lack of comfort is sometimes the best place to be.
And yet I find that I'm often praying for comfort, health, safety. Not that these are bad things by any means. But is that really what I want? Or do I want to grow? Be a catalyst? Be a difference? If so, maybe I need to loosen my grip on comfort and step out of my box a bit more. Not recklessly and wildly, yet of course, letting go of any grip there is a risk to it.
And then comfort becomes what it needs to be. Not a safe place to haven in for all of life, but a refuge to breathe and rest.