I don’t know about you, but I like comfort. I’ve always felt safe in the comfort of my routine, of knowing what to expect each day. There’s safety in the comfort zone because I don’t have to risk anything of myself. But . . . when I focus on—seek out—comfort, I cut off opportunities to know and be known by others.
When I flew to Destin, Florida recently, I did something different.
It was one of those mornings. One kid woke up stormy, lightning and thunder flashing through back talk and attitude. When things didn’t go his way, we all paid for it as his words rained down stinging with their touch. We all, each of us, left the house unsettled and ugly.
Barbara J Shelton Blog ~ "But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. No, I worked harder than all of them—yet not I, but the grace of God that was with me." ~ 1 Corinthians 15:10