I want to be comfortable.
But, I don’t want to be comfortable.
I’d rather be staying at Pelican Hill than camping at Doheny.
I’d rather be working hard than sitting around watching daytime TV.
The law of diminishing returns. At what point does being comfortable become too comfortable?
Let’s be honest…comfort food has never been good for us.
A comfortable bed? Maybe at first, but over time does it become an aching back?
I work to get comfortable at work, only to find I’m bored.
I spend years getting my wife to be more like me only to find I miss the discomfort of her pushing me to be someone better.
I get really sick and I’m uncomfortable.
In my discomfort I’m forced to rest.
In my rest I find peace.
In my peace, well…
It’s not comfort I’m after, it’s a balance of comfort surrounded by a layer of discomfort that allows a deep growing to occur.
God arranged for a broad-leafed tree to spring up. It grew over Jonah to cool him off and get him out of his angry sulk. Jonah was pleased and enjoyed the shade. Life was looking up.
But then God sent a worm. By dawn of the next day, the worm had bored into the shade tree and it withered away. The sun came up and God sent a hot, blistering wind from the east. The sun beat down on Jonah’s head and he started to faint. He prayed to die: “I’m better off dead!”
Then God said to Jonah, “What right do you have to get angry about this shade tree?”
Jonah said, “Plenty of right. It’s made me angry enough to die!”
God said, “What’s this? How is it that you can change your feelings from pleasure to anger overnight about a mere shade tree that you did nothing to get? You neither planted nor watered it. It grew up one night and died the next night.