It’s Day 2 of the 21-Day Momentum Challenge—an e-newsletter challenge I’ve joined as a commitment to pushing my Comfort Detox Project forward. The homework for Day 2 is to write a manifesto for your project. And . . . cue the hives. Although I am merely typing the words, I may as well be etching them in stone. With each letter key I press, my heart hears the plink-plink-plink of metal against rock. Writing a manifesto feels so big, so real, so weighty. gulp.
I’ve decided I just need to plug my ears and chip away. So this is my manifesto, my beacon to guide me through the foggy stretches when moving forward feels too scary and comfort’s siren cry grows loud in my ear.
My Comfort Detox Manifesto
By God’s grace and power, I will finish my first book, Comfort Detox: Kicking the Comfort Habit to Meet a World of Need. It will cost me: Sleep. Energy. Fear. Time. Nerves. Tears. Courage. But the alternative is to retreat into my comfort zone where nothing is required of me. And that breaks my heart.
By God’s grace and power, women who hear my musings will be inspired to kick their own comfort habit to be agent of comfort to meet a world of need by:
- breaking free from self-imposed borders of ease, safety, or convenience and instead seeking to live a brave life
- refusing to self-numb as a buffer from very real pain in life and instead seeking to comfort suffering hearts
- rejecting the vanity of building a self-centered life and instead seeking to be an agent of comfort to the world
I will pay the price for my sisters because freedom is worth it. God has granted me a taste, and I want a larger helping, both for myself and for the women around me. For too long I have lived life on comfort mode, making choices for my daily engagement level based on safety, ease, and convenience. It has left me very little wiggle room, just a small parcel of real estate upon which to live, move, and have my being.
It’s not quite the abundant life Jesus was offering.
Living for comfort has ruled me for far too long. God’s severe mercy is breaking me from comfort’s grip. When I explain the journey I am on to other women, they agree—comfort is an addiction for us all. A detox is needed if we are going to live for something more grand.
This work is important to me because that grand something we are called to live for is the glory of God. Comfort is smothering it, and I want God to receive all the glory He deserves. I wake up each day because God has given me His life-breath, one more day to praise Him with the gifts He’s given me. I find strength to get out of bed because Jesus is taking me on adventure each day, freeing me more and more from comfort’s grip. I get up because my story is not done yet, and I have a tale to tell.