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Choices

Wow.  What a day this has been.  Busy.  Awesome!  It's amazing how God uses others to teach, encourage, and prod my heart.   His love notes to me.  This morning I sat with sweet friends, each one of us sharing our hearts (over a great cup of coffee).  Laughing.  Crying.  We spoke of many things but the word 'comfortable' continually wiggled its way into the conversation. 

Comfortable.  A simple word.  A pleasant word.  It makes us think of nice things..lets face it no one likes to be uncomfortable.  But when it turns into disobedience we have a problem.  I think for most of us...I know at least for myself when I feel comfortable I need to take a step back and rearrange a few things.  Confrontation of sin and boldness for my faith is not going to be comfortable.  Most of the time love, mercy, forgiveness is not going to be comfortable.  Life is messy.  People are messy.  Loving people is going to be messy.  Though I would like to keep things neat, tidy and comfortable..I can't if I'm going to love like Jesus. 

No.  If we are going to be obedient we will choose to be uncomfortable most of the time.  So, we may as well leap into the deep end of the pool where our feet don't touch and we know if God doesn't show up we'll drowned.  That is when we see how great our God is.  That's when we experience His faithfulness. Refuse to be comfortable.  Jump in..get messy...and watch how amazing He is.
 




Until then...
Jessie

Comments

  1. I agree. Without faith it is impossible to please Him.
    Thanks for the encouraging blog post. I needed that today. No matter what we face we will keep our focus on Him and obey His leading.

    tim k

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  2. What clarity. Your writing anoints my heart. Comfort is only found when we follow in the footsteps of Christ, and you do that with abundant grace.

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