I’m 37 weeks pregnant today. So technically that means I’m full term. The baby could come any day and be fine. It could be today.
The thought of being mom in a few weeks (or days!) is both incredibly exciting and totally intimidating. See, I’m by nature a comfort zone person. I like the idea of change more than I like change itself. I mean, look at my life. I’ve worked at the same place for 10 years. I live in the city I was born and raised in. Heck, I even married someone whose name is the same as both my mom and my dad’s. And my brother’s. And mine. Obviously, I like my comfort zone where it’s safe and secure. And nothing is unknown.
But I’ve discovered something disturbing about the comfort zone. There is a distinct lack of faith there. In a place where I am totally safe and secure and everything is known, I have no need for God. I am not stretched. I have no reason to grow or change. It’s comfortable, yes, but stagnant. And honestly, a little boring. Living in the comfort zone does not allow me to have the abundant life that Jesus talks about.
That’s why, although I have literally no idea what I’m doing when it comes to things like labor, childbirth and raising a child, I’m looking forward to the approaching challenges with great excitement! And although I’ve had some pretty big moments of failure in this recently, I’m trying to keep the fear at bay. Because there’s no way, even if it were possible at this point, that I want to stay in the comfortable, safe place I’ve been. I need this if I’m going to grow.
God is calling me to bigger things. He’s calling me out of my safe place to a place of unknown.