When my comfort zone becomes a funk…
There is a lake on the grounds of my workplace. Toward the middle of that lake are a couple of fountains. They sparkle in the light and make ripples outward, circulating the water and providing tranquil sounds when one can take a moment to enjoy the scenery.
Toward the edge of the lake, though, the water becomes shallow and still…and eventually, swamp funk begins to accumulate there. It is unsightly for sure, and I would be willing to bet that it smells bad as well. Periodically the funk needs to be cleared away.
How often is my life like that? The line between stillness and stagnation can be a fine one indeed, and it can be difficult to tell when I have crossed from restful stillness into stagnant funk. My waters need to be stirred into action, the funk cleared away.
Sometimes life throws us into circumstances that stir our waters into clarity, but that stirring often feels like the violent spin cycle of a washing machine. Clearing out the muck is not an easy process. God often stirs us when we feel least equipped for it.
I am entering a clearing season, spinning out my funk of inertia in a job I have held for a very long time, a job which is ending soon. I did not ask for this process to happen in this way; however, I know that it will ultimately be for my good. It is time for me to sparkle again.
And sparkle you will! 😘
Thanks so much for your encouragement! ❤