When someone experiences loss, they not only have to face their new reality, but they also are bombarded with philosophical and societal questions. These questions would be hard to face in the best of times.
Do I actually have no control?
Why did this happen?
Was God in control? How could he let this happen?
What does this mean about my reality?
How would my situation be different if I was in a different place or time?
How would grief be handled differently if I was in a different place or time?
Could this been prevented? Should this be prevented?
These questions expand your world view. You think differently than you once did. You realize that we truly do live in a broken world.
It becomes impossible to go back to sitting atop your Maslow hierarchy pyramid, staging your perfect Instagram picture.
You can’t help but see your neighbor in the depths of their own pyramid. You have to jump down to meet them there – maybe to help, but most likely to just be present with them there.
When you see the fullness of life that’s brought forth through suffering, you don’t shy away from suffering the way you once had. You don’t ask advice from the person with the perfect life you’ve always wanted. You now ask the person who has been through the wringer. You aren’t afraid of interacting with people in pain. In fact, sometimes it’s easier to interact with them than the “happy” people.
When you witness or experience suffering it is often difficult to go back to “normal” life. Many people don’t go back. Students on a missions trip choose to be full-time missionaries. Patients become doctors or nurses. People become social workers, first responders, service men and women, foster parents. These people run toward suffering, knowing their life will be fuller. A comfortable life is not a full life. A pretty life is not a full life. Love is more powerful in pain than it is in comfort.
Most of us face suffering because we have no choice, but once you have faced it, you find yourself able to walk with others who are going through hardship. That’s a gift.
You see suffering in places you never looked before. You may have ignored the experiences of someone different from you. You now see their pain, and you don’t look away. You stay there with them. You try to understand.
Reaching out of my comfort zone used to mean giving a big presentation at work or signing up for a challenging project. It was an opportunity to expand my skills and climb the ladder. Now stepping out of my comfort zone is talking to people I wouldn’t have, admitting things I used to never admit, sharing my heart, and truly listening to others. There’s much more love in these things.
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When we enter that ” valley of the shadow of death” it is so frightening. We can’t imagine that there will ever be light again. It’s so dark. But then, after Grief has done her work, we see the Light at the end of the long tunnel and we walk out, forever changed, limping but better somehow. And now we can say with confidence… the Lord truly is my Shepherd. I’m so glad He has brought you through. Thank you for sharing your journey and for “comforting others with the comfort you received.” ♥️
Thank you for your encouraging words. ❤️
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