Out of My Comfort Zone

I’m not a person who makes New Year resolutions. When I think of the word l think of the word  “resolve,” I think of what is said of Daniel in scripture. Daniel “resolved” not to each the rich food that he was given, sticking to a diet of vegetables and water. He wouldn’t defile himself with the king’s food. I’m definitely not in the same league as Daniel! 

But, I’m not opposed to setting goals for myself. I tend to be a homebody. So, I have challenged myself to get out more, to do something at least once a month. In January, I went to a local church that was hosting a ladies night to make a prayer board/vision board. I didn’t know anyone there, but I went. There was a glorious time of worship, good food and a chance to be creative. I am actually using my board.

February found me making a reservation at a local winery for a wine and chocolate pairing. I was going to go by myself and a good book, but a friend decided to go with me. It was nice to relax and talk with a friend for the afternoon. And, the chocolate was delicious! 

In March, I wasn’t sure what I would do. I kept thinking that I wanted to try the Salt Cave in the next town. I never called, so I went to the Historic Star Theatre to hear the Maui Mt. Airy Ukulele Invasion play. I had no idea what to expect. It’s easy to think “Don Ho.” It was definitely far from that. The guy who taught these 30 plus ukulele players had a great stage presence and an even better voice. He sang most of the songs they played starting with “Listen to the Music” and ending with “Hey, Jude.” It was an amazing show.

I finally did call to make an appointment with the Salt Cave. I figured it would be my April outing. They could take me that same day, in less than an hour, in fact. So, off I went. The room had Himalayan salt on the walls and on the floor. There was a comfortable lounge chair and waves for background noise. It really felt like I was at the beach. And, the air was infused with teeny tiny salt, too. So relaxing. Now, I have to think of something to do in April. 

I’m trying to balance out being a hermit and getting out. It’s hard sometimes. I like my comfort zone. If I stay there, I would rarely do anything. Where does the push and the strength and the confidence come from to get me to do these things? From my Lord and my God. And, I am grateful.

Called to Move

 

This morning I was reading in Deuteronomy 1. The Israelites were on the east side of the Jordan River in the territory of Moab. They had been set up in one place for a season. They were still in the wilderness. They hadn’t moved on. Now it was time. It was time to move out of their comfort zone and claim the land God had promised them. 

All too often, I get stuck in my comfort zone. My inner self doesn’t want to break out of the mold - the safety and security that I feel at home. God calls me to more. He has so much more in store for me. He has a promise of a future and a hope for me. I just have to listen to His call, His still, small voice and follow to see that promise come to fruition. 

A Cooking Adventure

I rarely cook “real food.” That’s the term I use when cooking something that has more ingredients than a grilled cheese sandwich or a meal that needs more than one piece of flatware to eat it. This week, I had a “hankering” for real food. I actually went grocery shopping and bought some things that I had never in my life bought….sesame seed oil and an avocado. No, they were not used in the same recipe. I can’t even imagine that! Sunday was my first meal I made using the sesame seed oil. I made chicken fried rice. I made fried rice all the time when I lived in Ghana, throwing whatever veggies I had into the pan. I never used a recipe. This time I used a recipe, thus, the sesame seed oil. I have to admit, it turned out pretty good. I will make it again, probably in the near future. 

 Today a friend was coming over to help me fix a wall and for lunch. I have been wanting to make a caprese salad for a couple of weeks now. So, this morning I got out my recipe and made the dressing first because I wanted to refrigerate it. I actually used fresh garlic and honey in it, along with other fresh ingredients. Then, it was time to chop up the lettuce, slice the tomatoes, cut fresh basil, and the avocado.  I used a recipe and I  went out of my comfort zone into my learning zone. Anyway, the last ingredient was the fresh mozzarella cheese. I put the dressing on it right before I served it. Oh, it was delicious. Tonight I will eat some leftovers with chicken in it. 

During my quiet time/coffee with God this morning, one of the things I thanked God for was the food choices that I have by living in the United States. In the area of Ghana where I lived, this salad would have been impossible to make because the ingredients were not available. I’m thinking that I might go out of my comfort zone and try a few more recipes sometime. Meanwhile, I’m going to enjoy my leftovers! 

Have a blessed day. 

The Weight of the World

I have been thinking about the phrase, "The weight of the world is on my shoulders." I've felt like that a lot in my life, in the past, and to a degree, even now. Ever since I was divorced, I have bought into the idea of "pulling myself up by my bootstraps." After awhile, I realized that the body of Christ is ready and willing to help with those things that I can;t do or am clueless about; things like fixing my computer or a ride to and from the airport or doing a web page for me or even fixing stuff in my apartment that needs fixed or even making me chicken soup when I'm sick.

There have been times since I have been with The Mission Society that it seemed that I had to do everything myself. Since I am single, there is no spouse to help with packing, unpacking, getting stuff ready for visas, raising support, speaking, writing letters, making phone calls, fixing meals, cleaning the apartment, helping with income, taking care of day to day life stuff so I can have some relaxed time for myself, grocery shopping, language learning, and the list goes on. Some days can seem so endless and so hard. And, yet, because I am alone, if I need to stop what I'm doing to do something else that "just came up" I can do it. There's pros and cons to it.

Right now, at 7AM on Wednesday, November 17th, I feel as if I have that weight on my shoulders. I am getting ready to move to Ghana. My moving sale is December 4th. I have to decide what to keep and store for ten years, what to sell, what to give away, what to pack keeping in mind that I am only taking three cases with me. I do have people helping here and there at random times. And, some stuff others just can't do. I have to practice going out of my comfort zone and call people, asking them to come and help for a couple of hours. I can't do it alone. I need the body of Christ including my "Home Team" to help me with various projects.

Part of the problem is that many people are not available when I am. The other problem is that I feel as if I am imposing on people if I call and ask for help. (My problem, not theirs!) When I can't sleep, I'll get up and do odds and ends that need to be done, like empty a book shelf or a dresser drawer. Then, I'll get ready for the day, have my quiet time with the Lord and continue with what needs to be done. By the time people are home from work, I'm ready for bed!

The solution? Give it to God. Let Him carry the weight. Make phone calls. Ask people to help at specific times. And, keep on keepin' on, relying on the strength that comes from Him. God's hand print has been on all of this so far. I know He will continue to lead, guide, strengthen and give wisdom. And when all is said and done, I will praise Him!