The quest to be comfortable

An elderly lady behind me tonight at a play remarked to herself how hard the seats were. Luckily, Dynagirl had one of those bleacher pads and we let her borrow it. She was 86 and mighty glad to have it. On the way home, in one of those inexplicable mental leaps between me and Wonder Woman, it led to a question of whether God wants us to be comfortable; whether we should strive to be in that position of having a nice cushy place to put our tush. I'm not talking about material things here though they certainly can factor into the equation; it's more a question of striving to get to the spot in life where I get the stars aligned and I have things just the way I want it and I'm able to say "Please God, don't touch, it's just the way I want it." On one hand, it sounds so good; on the other, I realize it's probably something I'll never get, at least not on earth. And furthermore, I realize it's not what God wants; it's not the goal I should have. It's the stretch goals (please not at the waistline) that say, "I'm ready for what you want God", which by the way, is not always a comfortable place to be. See, it did come full circle after all.

Matthew 10:39(NIV) He who has found his life will lose it, and he who has lost his life for My sake will find it.