Comfort Zones. And flying out of them.
Some are praying for courage to fly half way around the world to a mission field.
Others are praying for courage to give a speech, ski down a mountain, jump off a diving board, leave a bad relationship, walk into a room of strangers, make a final decision.
I found myself praying for a way out early Saturday morning. What had seemed harmless only days before had suddenly awakened a latent phobia, and I grew panicky.
I began to back track. To make deals. To make phone calls. I couldn’t sleep, eat, or settle down to do my chores. I talked about my impending appointment every few minutes. I even googled a way out.
The details and situations vary as widely as there are people in the world, and more. There is no need to know the details of mine. You’ve been there, I am sure.
That moment of despair, when our greatest fear has arrived, and God has not.
Or so we think.
This may be obvious in the clear light of now, within the boundaries of Comfort and Hindsight, but I need to remember this. . .for next time.
Because just as the unbelief begins to unfurl in my mind. . . “I thought He’d have my back on this. . .Why is He abandoning me?” the simple words came, “Because I’m meeting you there.”
And, Beloved, blessed peace came.
On Saturday evening, I overcame my fears and I attended the most amazing performance I have ever seen, from the fourth row, with the strains of Brahms and Tchaikovsky in the background.
Cirque de Symphony.
In one beautiful moment, as strings wound the notes of Swan Lake to the balcony, a lovely young woman wrapped her feet into the aerial silks and began to climb to the clouds. Wrapped and wound in the crimson ribbons that trailed far below to the stage, she hung upside down in a graceful arch, without net, without harness, without fear. A tall, muscled young man stood with arms stretched wide and with incredible, graceful strength he wound his arms slowly, and each rotation wrapped the blood-stained silk about the outstretched arms and he rose, higher and higher. Lifting himself by the sheer strength of his arms and chest, he rose. When he paused at mid-point, the silk sighed, and the young woman slid down her ribbons to the gasp of the audience, ending within inches of his upturned face. The kiss.
Whatever you face, dearest heart, remember, He is meeting you there.