Uncomfortable

I have this tendency in my life, that when God is moving me to a new place, I begin to feel a bit uncomfortable, and my fleshly desire is to run back to what is comfortable and trust myself not God. The thing I am learning is that God doesn't call me to live a comfortable life. In fact he calls me to just the opposite. He calls me to live a life a risk. The risk is putting away my fleshly desires and trusting his Word, no matter what the cost. I love Sara Groves' song "Painting Pictures of Egypt." The lyrics resonate in my heart. The Israelites had to trust that God was indeed going to deliver them to the promise land even if it meant being in the desert for 40 years. When it's hard and uncomfortable the tendency is to run back to what you know. Sanctification is about being uncomfortable. When God is transforming you from your old self into his image you can't be comfortable. The difference in my life today versus 5 years ago is that I really believe that God's Word will lead me to a land of milk and honey, and there isn't an option to not obey his Word.

The purpose of this blog is two-fold. First, for me to flesh out and process through the "uncomfortable" things God is doing in my life. The thing is God didn't create sanctification to happen in isolation. So the second purpose of this blog is for God to use what he is teaching me to somehow transform you. Most of these posts will probably be challenging for me to write and hopefully challenging for you to hear. Currently, I have lots of posts circulating in my heart. I am sure there will be season when you hear from me more than others and I am okay with that. For now I am going to leave you with the lyrics of "Painting Pictures in Egypt."


I don’t want to leave here
I don’t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me either way
The places I long for the most
Are the places where I’ve been
They are calling after me like a long lost friend

It’s not about losing faith
It’s not about trust
It’s all about comfortable
When you move so much
The place I was wasn’t perfect
But I had found a way to live
It wasn’t milk or honey
But then neither is this

CHORUS:
I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt
Leaving out what it lacked
The future seems so hard
And I want to go back
But the places that used to fit me
Cannot hold the things I"ve learned
And those roads closed off to me
While my back was turned

The past is so tangible
I know it by heart
Familiar things are never easy to discard
I was dying for some freedom
But now I hesitate to go
Caught between the promise
And the things I know

BRIDGE:
If it comes too quick
I may not recognize it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
If it comes too quick
I may not appreciate it
Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?