Comfort is an easy routine to settle into. It can sneak up on you in the wrong place and keep you there for way too long. Comfort can be the enemy of obedience. I’ve been in a place of comfort, waiting for a “big sign” that God wanted me to do something else. I waited and waited, and it didn’t come. I prayed for my assignment to be revealed to me but didn’t hear anything. I remember something a dear friend told me. It was so precious, and I held it in such regard that I wrote it down. What she said is, “An olive doesn’t know it’s an olive and has oil in it until it’s pressed.” I couldn’t hear anything from God, but I felt the press. I felt the press, the tug, and the stretch. And I got ready for the shift.
There was a time of refinement, a time where I asked God to change the desires of my heart. I asked Him to let His will be done in my life. I prayed for this so many times, and I was blessed. My life changed for the better in so many ways. I reached a level of comfor…