I think Comfort is a ventriloquist. It has mastered the sound of my own voice, whispering in my ear all sorts of rational sounding reasons for sitting tight on my proverbial couch while life passes me by.
Too many times have I listened to Comfort’s murmurings about doing what’s best for my schedule or convenient or safe. Comfort pushes me along the path of least resistance, with few obstacles or challenges to give me pause.
But the easy path isn’t necessarily the best path. It’s missing adventure. And the need for faith. And miracles.
I don’t want the easy path. I want to walk where God walks. When God is present, anything can happen. And that’s not very comfortable, but it is full of surprise and wonder and beauty and miracles.
It’s the path of life.
Someday I’m going to recognize Comfort’s voice for what it is: the voice of a dummy that isn’t alive.
How has Comfort led you on the path of least resistance? Do you long for surprises and wonder but fear the unknown that comes with it?