Its cold, finally.
If you don’t live in the desert, you probably do not have the same appreciation for when the temperature drops as us desert dwellers, but in a place where there are two seasons (Nice and Holy Crap its Hot) The change is exciting.
Change is in the air.
I feel like I have been in this constant state of hoping for “someday” to come, I think it might finally be here. The other day a blogger I read, Jon Acuff (stuffchristianslike.net) Tweeted this quote “Comfort is a cocoon that turns into our coffin” and it really hit me. I was comfortable for quite some time with where I was, talking about where I want to be someday. The problem was, I was not doing much to move towards that goal. The past few months have been volatile for me emotionally, I swing from contentment, to fear, to anger, to joy, and all over the place. I haven’t understood the events that have happened that have caused me a lot of frustration and confusion. I think I am starting to. God is making my “comfortable” uncomfortable. He is not allowing me to stay where I am and be content, He is prodding me to get moving, to make changes, to take on responsibilities. For all my hopeful talk of the future, I didn’t really want to move. It is a combination of my comfort now, and the fear that what I hope for is not attainable, or that I will fail in reaching for my goals. So I have chosen to feel like a failure, but a comfortable failure, rather than to fail reaching for my goals.
I think that time of comfort is over, God is done with me sitting and waiting. It is time to move. So here I stand on the edge of the boat, taking a breath and getting ready to step onto the water.