Has anyone seen my comfort zone?

I know it’s around here somewhere… I was just hanging out in my comfort zone, wearing sweatpants and reading blogs. One day, I went out for tea and I haven’t really seen my beloved comfort zone since.

Last fall, my calendar was looking pretty full. I was volunteering at school, volunteering at church, shuttling the kids around, trying to be a good friend, and especially trying to be a good wife. I was making myself BUSY.

Then in December, when I got really sick, I had to stop all of those things. Truly, I had to. Even the good wife part, which totally broke my heart. I wasn’t much of a wife at all. I told Andy that I felt like a really imposing guest. “Hey… I’m just going to be in your house, eating, sleeping, coughing, and generally looking ill. For a long, long time. And I’m going to sleep in your bed, but don’t touch me. Not that you would want to, considering the condition I’m in.” He just laughed and continued to insist that I rest and not feel guilty about it. I needed to be SILENT and STILL.

Now I’m much closer to health. Sometimes I find myself overly confident and trying to do too much, but a quick cough or pain reminds me that I am still healing. I, myself, can do nothing. It is only through God and for His purposes that I can get out of bed in the morning. Lately I have been slowly getting back into my life, in the order set by my priorities. Andy, our family, our church, our friends, the kids’ school. Someday I’ll get yard work and cleaning back on my list, but I don’t want to push it. Now I can be USEFUL.

This winter was a season of true hibernation for me. Now I have woken up, smelled the flowers, and felt the sun. And through all of this, I have definitely felt the Son! I’ve found that parts of this new usefulness have drawn me out of the den of my comfort zone, and I’m not particularly interested in finding my way back.

That’s okay. A comfort zone isn’t such a bad thing to lose.