It was our last night in Lilongwe and the rain was relentless. It was about 10pm and we headed off to bed. I didn’t change my clothes because everything I owned was either wet or dirty. I didn’t shower because why shower to only put on dirty clothes? So I decided to just lie down. As I lied down I realized the ground was wet and I was just not okay with that. I had a choice to make: stay up all night or place my rain jacket on the floor and let that be sufficient. I went with the rain jacket. I was tired so I quickly fell asleep. A few hours later I woke up. I was soaked. My shorts were wet. My blanket was wet. The ground was wet. Everything was wet. I was dirty. I smelled. I was so uncomfortable and I didn’t want to deal with it. I was just about to lose it. But then I heard God speak to me. And He said why are you so afraid to be uncomfortable? Why do always want to run away when things become uncomfortable? Why don’t you just choose to walk in that uncomfortable place and let me be your COMFORT?
