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Bite-sized Inspiritment Day 8: Comfort
Comfort. It seems to be that unconscious goal in my mind so often. Maybe it is for you too. We are all absorbed in maintaining our own comfort levels. The human nature in us. The question that has been pricking my heart and conscience is this: what has my comfort cost someone else? How often has wanting to stay in my comfort zone cost someone in my path a word of encouragement, a meal or even just a smile? How many opportunities to bless others do I let pass me by because I would have to get a little uncomfortable to make it happen? What do the lives of those…
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Stepping towards the next comfort zone: a Five Minute Friday post
How can I simultaneously be so drawn to staying in my comfort zone and restless to break free at the same time? When did the step that felt so huge become my comfort zone? Where am I seeking comfort? Tomorrow I am stepping (leaping?) out of my comfort zone and meeting up with other writers in a cafe. I have never met a single one of these women. I feel I can barely qualify as a writer in this season. And yet I am drawn to it. Comfortable can be so uncomfortable too. I need something to shake up the status quo, particularly in my writing life or lack thereof.…
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Comfort
As I curl up in my cozy warm bed while a storm blows outside, I’m overwhelmed at the thought of the homeless in my city, the displaced in Nepal, the refugees around the world escaping war and disease, the incredibly poor. My mind cannot fathom why I have this comfort and they don’t. There are so many people, children dying from starvation right at this moment. I’m full and my fridge is overflowing with leftovers. What is so special about me? I am reminded to be so grateful for what I consider basics. My comfort also becomes a trap, though. How easy is it to stay in my safe bubble…
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Comfort
As I curl up in my cozy warm bed while a storm blows outside, I’m overwhelmed at the thought of the homeless in my city, the displaced in Nepal, the refugees around the world escaping war and disease, the incredibly poor. My mind cannot fathom why I have this comfort and they don’t. There are so many people, children dying from starvation right at this moment. I’m full and my fridge is overflowing with leftovers. What is so special about me? I am reminded to be so grateful for what I consider basics. My comfort also becomes a trap, though. How easy is it to stay in my safe bubble…