Finding Our Comfort Zone
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Home has always been the comfort zone for me. During my early years in high school, when some things happened to not go right, I retreated to my house. My house was quiet, a big ranch with just my mom and I. My friend Nate's house should be noted as well. We were and are best friends. His family generously shared their house with me, and on the weekends their house was also my comfort zone. When I came to Christ midway through my Junior year, I came to find church as my place of comfort. After school I would go there just to hang out and relax. Sometimes I did more meaningful things. And it was great.
Of course though, a person's comfort zone can be mental as well. I was comfortable with my own atheist/agnostic beliefs until I was bombarded with Christianity. After I became a follower of Christ, my comfort zone became having God as a personal figure, afraid to share Him with anyone. Even fellow brothers and sisters, sometimes.
Coming to college forced me out of my comfort zone. I knew it would be difficult, but I made myself do it. I felt that it was something I needed to do. A couple months into college life has slowly assimilated me into the sharing-the-gospel-and-fighting-for-God mode. This was a great thing and I felt I've grown so much after a mere two months. Riding on this new feeling, I returned home for fall break last weekend.
Back to the old comfort zone? No.
The break was great. I saw most of my friends, got in a good spiritual talk with my friend Mike, and also saw some of my friends fall into sin. Some of them just fell into a mud puddle, but some of them seemed as if they fell into sinking sand. It was only two months! Man did people change. Fortunately, my home didn't change much. I felt as though everything would just go smoothly. Nice home visit and then back to school again. No way though. God would never have my life go smoothly like that! And that's probably a good thing.
After the semi-rough home visit, I returned to Case very much unsettled. No more comfort zone for me. Every day I wonder what the heck I'm doing here in college. Without a place of comfort I felt I almost had no direction in life. Rabbits have their holes, horses have their stalls, and humans most definitely have their homes. Every day people go out, do their stuff, and at night there's a place for them to return to. May I draw a connection between myself and refugees in third world countries? I feel I don't have the right. But I think at least the mentality is similar here.
I guess the realization I came to tonight would revolve around Psalm 46:1 "God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble." The Christians out in the religiously suppressed countries are crying out the Lord's Name and suffering for it. Where is their comfort zone? I have it much better than they do.
I thank God for helping me catch a glimpse of what true faith is like. Tonight I'll look to God as my place of peace and refuge.
My comfort zone is the position of my head when I bow to Him in prayer.
My comfort zone is in the air where my hands are held up high to lift Him in praise.
Of course though, a person's comfort zone can be mental as well. I was comfortable with my own atheist/agnostic beliefs until I was bombarded with Christianity. After I became a follower of Christ, my comfort zone became having God as a personal figure, afraid to share Him with anyone. Even fellow brothers and sisters, sometimes.
Coming to college forced me out of my comfort zone. I knew it would be difficult, but I made myself do it. I felt that it was something I needed to do. A couple months into college life has slowly assimilated me into the sharing-the-gospel-and-fighting-for-God mode. This was a great thing and I felt I've grown so much after a mere two months. Riding on this new feeling, I returned home for fall break last weekend.
Back to the old comfort zone? No.
The break was great. I saw most of my friends, got in a good spiritual talk with my friend Mike, and also saw some of my friends fall into sin. Some of them just fell into a mud puddle, but some of them seemed as if they fell into sinking sand. It was only two months! Man did people change. Fortunately, my home didn't change much. I felt as though everything would just go smoothly. Nice home visit and then back to school again. No way though. God would never have my life go smoothly like that! And that's probably a good thing.
After the semi-rough home visit, I returned to Case very much unsettled. No more comfort zone for me. Every day I wonder what the heck I'm doing here in college. Without a place of comfort I felt I almost had no direction in life. Rabbits have their holes, horses have their stalls, and humans most definitely have their homes. Every day people go out, do their stuff, and at night there's a place for them to return to. May I draw a connection between myself and refugees in third world countries? I feel I don't have the right. But I think at least the mentality is similar here.
I guess the realization I came to tonight would revolve around Psalm 46:1 "God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble." The Christians out in the religiously suppressed countries are crying out the Lord's Name and suffering for it. Where is their comfort zone? I have it much better than they do.
I thank God for helping me catch a glimpse of what true faith is like. Tonight I'll look to God as my place of peace and refuge.
My comfort zone is the position of my head when I bow to Him in prayer.
My comfort zone is in the air where my hands are held up high to lift Him in praise.
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