I'm not called to be comfortable

As I was setting on my deck, watching the sunset, I realized how immersed in comfort I am here.  These past two weeks that I have been home, I’ve basically done whatever I want and have been a lazy bum.  And I enjoy that, way too much.  I have always said that once I get my chance to leave and get a job I would, but now that I have a chance to leave Illinois for seven months I realize that a tiny part of me wants to stay.  Not because of my deep love I have for southern Illinois, but because I’m comfortable and don’t want to be uncomfortable.  However, I have pushed those thoughts to the curb and continue to get ready for my great adventure that starts in basically 2 days.  I know there is nothing to fear because Jesus has my back.  Now all I have to do is follow his word, which is a little harder to do, but this is a learning experience and I will try my best to do all the learning I can.  I will fail at times, because believe it or not I’m not as perfect as you all think I am.  I’ve just got to keep my big girl pants up and take one step at a time.  I’m not going to be comfortable everyday and I might want to dig a dying whole, but I’m ok with it, because Jesus will be holding me the whole entire time.