Thursday, September 8, 2011
Leaving for school last year, one of the things that I missed most about home was just the overall comfort of knowing it so well. The comfort of sleeping in the same bed, of lying on the couch watching SportsCenter, of going down to the basement to grab a frozen pizza and Coke. I missed my friends and family a lot too, but when it came down too it, I missed the little comforts a lot.
Looking back now, one of my greatest fears has come to be the comfort of being home. Now, when I say this, I do NOT mean hanging out with familiar friends, going to places that I haven't been in a while, or being with my family. What I mean is that being home is a place where it is easy to slip into a routine and watch the days go by. It is easy to watch TV, hard to dive into the Bible. It is easy to grow impatient, hard to conduct myself with love and grace. It is easy to tell myself I will do it tomorrow, tell myself I can get it done, hard to rely fully on the Spirit God has put inside of me. Hard to even think I need the Spirit.
One thing I am excited about going to school is being in an environment where I am not always comfortable. I love that it will force me to get my motivations from the Holy Spirit and see the fruits that He produces through me. I love being surrounded by people 24/7 that are pushing me to grow in my relationship with God and holding me accountable to the commitments I make. I love being able to partake in activities that I normally wouldn't really enjoy, but that bring me so much joy after they have been completed.
This blog has been a bit of a jumble, but what I'm essentially saying is that I think comfort is dangerous and needs to handled with care. I want Jesus to be my priority. I want Jesus to be my treasure. If comfort is going to get in the way, I don't want it.
It's ironic how I often think that I don't need the Spirit at home, when really that is where I need Him the most.
(and with this post, Francis Chan's video will no longer automatically start playing when you come to my blog)
Looking back now, one of my greatest fears has come to be the comfort of being home. Now, when I say this, I do NOT mean hanging out with familiar friends, going to places that I haven't been in a while, or being with my family. What I mean is that being home is a place where it is easy to slip into a routine and watch the days go by. It is easy to watch TV, hard to dive into the Bible. It is easy to grow impatient, hard to conduct myself with love and grace. It is easy to tell myself I will do it tomorrow, tell myself I can get it done, hard to rely fully on the Spirit God has put inside of me. Hard to even think I need the Spirit.
One thing I am excited about going to school is being in an environment where I am not always comfortable. I love that it will force me to get my motivations from the Holy Spirit and see the fruits that He produces through me. I love being surrounded by people 24/7 that are pushing me to grow in my relationship with God and holding me accountable to the commitments I make. I love being able to partake in activities that I normally wouldn't really enjoy, but that bring me so much joy after they have been completed.
This blog has been a bit of a jumble, but what I'm essentially saying is that I think comfort is dangerous and needs to handled with care. I want Jesus to be my priority. I want Jesus to be my treasure. If comfort is going to get in the way, I don't want it.
It's ironic how I often think that I don't need the Spirit at home, when really that is where I need Him the most.
(and with this post, Francis Chan's video will no longer automatically start playing when you come to my blog)
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