There’s a change on the horizon. There’s an evolution that is about to begin that will readjust everything that I’m so comfortable with. I like my comfortable place. I don’t really want to make the effort to change it. If I change it I might not like what happens. I might not like the results.
Why?
Is it just fear? Am I so numbed by the simple monotony of the way I do things today that I can’t feel the excitement of a new way of doing things? What if my world changes so much that I no longer have the type of roles that I do now? Will I still matter? I don’t know anything else. I don’t have anything else to gauge my existence. Progress is charted by the standards that I’ve used my whole life. They are great standards. They’ve been around for hundreds of years. Why do I have to be the one to change? I hate change.
Then again…..
I hate complacency. I can’t imagine standing still. I don’t want to. Doing things the same way over and over will only get the same results. Do I like the results of my efforts? Some of them. I used to really like them. I loved the kinds of things that made me feel that I had done a great job. It was easy to see. Everything was big and active and really seemed to be going somewhere.
Then it stopped.
No it didn’t. I did.
I had to. I couldn’t go any further the direction I was going. There were too many things that seemed…..I don’t know….fake? Most of it was me. I can’t speak for anyone around me. I just needed to feel real. I needed to be alive. I needed to breathe in the very essence of God and know that what I was doing meant something, that I wasn’t just creating another statistic for someone to put on a piece of paper. I wanted to change.
Now I remember. I wanted this. I wanted to change. I wanted to move on from my "comfort zone" and realize something amazing. I wanted to get out of the rut. It’s just that I get scared, you know? Sometimes it’s not so easy to change. Sometimes I look at something new and I can’t figure out how it could possibly work. It freaks me out. I get totally overwhelmed by the thought that what I’m doing now isn’t enough. Why can’t I just be satisfied? That would be so much easier than changing things. If I could just get my mind to shut down for one minute.
One measly, little minute. 60 seconds of silence.
Maybe I could forget……….
Who am I kidding. Myself? God? I can’t forget. I can’t walk back. I can’t stop changing. But I can’t control this environment, either. There’s no shape, no structure. How am I supposed to make anything of this if there’s no organization? How am I supposed to gauge if what I’m doing is right? None of the models that I’ve always used fit here. I’m excited, I’m scared, I’ve found something new, and yet…….
I’m lost. I’m totally, irreversibly lost.
"Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it." Matt. 10:39
Since when did not being in control become the way to do things? I know, I know. It’s just hard to remember. This thing is so untamed, so……organic. Aren’t we supposed to contain our spirituality? Aren’t we supposed to have guidelines? They make me feel safe, secure. They make sure that I have absolutes of right and wrong. They…keep….me….in….control.
Wow. I’m scared of losing myself. I’m scared of allowing someone else to be in control. I’m scared of allowing Him to be in control. It’s not the journey that has been my compass. I guess it’s been me.
I’ve done easy. I can do that in my sleep. It’s too easy. I guess it IS time to change. Man, that freaks me out. I can’t see what’s over the edge. I can’t put this one together.
Where do we go from here?
I guess we get lost.
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