For instance, I have one of those big, back-supporting, armchair-shaped, back cushions that I typically place against the wall in my bed when I’m getting ready to use the laptop. I then further line it or enhance it’s support, with two pillows that I stand upright or length-wise, and another smaller cushion from the living room.

Furthermore, once I alight onto the bed and scoot all of this back into the farthest corner, I sit on the bed, leaning back in cushioned comfort to type or use the laptop, having two more pillows on either side of me for arm support, and an additional cushion under the laptop on my lap.

I tend to get into this position either early in the morning when I’m typically writing, or late in the evening when I’m typically relaxing. I’m all the way at the back of the bed, with my feet barely to the edge of the opposite side, so basically, I’m fully locked into position to relax and focus on whatever writing or activity I may be doing on the laptop.

I guess you could call this a routine, because I usually try to ensure that everything that I will need is within reach; for instance, my water bottle is right next to me on the window sill. If I’m watching the T.V. in my room, I have the remote controls at hand, sitting next to me on the bed. My wrist guards, thumb drive case and glasses are within reach on my end table. I try to prepare for every necessity, so that I don’t have to get back up and disturb my comfort zone.

So when I have discovered that I’ve left a vital object or piece of information outside the boundaries of my preconceived comfort zone, its annoying, because then I have to get up, messing up the covers and the stack of pillows I’ve placed so carefully for extra cushioning, as well as whatever else I’ve got near at hand. Everything gets shifted in that moment to accommodate the movement that it takes to move maybe only a few steps across the room to grab whatever I’ve forgotten.

It’s like being in an oversized chair. Ever sat in one of those? It’s like a giant’s chair, so large that two average sized people could lounge in it at once, and still, their legs would never reach the ottoman or the edge of the chair, for that matter. They could have even a few children on their laps in this chair, and everyone would be sitting in comfort. And, this chair is so super cushioned, that you never want to get out of it.

It takes some effort to scoot your tush across the length of that chair just to get your feet dangling off the edges, before you can even attempt to get out of it. This is what I’m talking about. Once you get this settled, you just don’t want to move; you don’t want to upset the flow of the comfort you feel, and thus, such movement is resented. It’s annoying.

Now, I gotta tell you, I intended to start this off on a different track, but apparently, God’s got other ideas, and He wants me moving in this direction. Am I happy to tell you the depths of the laziness I sometimes feel? Not particularly. However, this is where the flow is going, and I gotta roll with it.

You see, my point is about complacency. It’s just so easy to get in this place because we are such a comfort oriented society. We view the idea of “work” as hard, or as something to be avoided. But I’m saying all that, to bring out one of my frequently visited topics on perspective, because you see, everything is a perspective issue. Once you realize that, and learn to adjust yours accordingly, you’ve got half the battle won.

For instance, a few weeks ago, one of my favorite speakers, Sy Rogers was at my church. For those who don’t know who this man is, visit the link and check him out. He’s truly powerful in his ministry, and certainly, he’s very entertaining.

Anyways, I was thrilled to see him, because I had gone through a situation last year that I knew only he would understand. Not because it was similar to his issues, but because it related to the main scope of his ministry’s purpose.

I wanted an opportunity to speak to him and tell him what a help he personally was to me, in dealing with the issue that manifested in my life. The situation had some issues that I thought I had conquered, and it shocked me to find some of them raising their ugly heads again, and affecting me, knocking me down, (even temporarily) again, after what I deemed was 7 years of being clean in that particular area or issue.

Apparently, there was more mess God needed to draw my attention to and get cleaned up, than I thought prior to this situation manifesting itself, because I had gotten complacent in the idea that I had gained self-control in this arena. I mean, after 7 years; 7 being the number of thoroughness or completion; why wouldn’t I think I’d mastered something?

That is the fallacy of complacency though. When you think you’ve gained control over something, and you’ve managed to maintain that control for so long, you get relaxed, and that is when the enemy makes his move, and knocks you right back down in the dirt again.

The key to surviving this new wave of assault upon your person and walk, is to cling to God and not run away in the midst of your shame and guilt for being in the dirt; in this particular, thought-to-be-conquered muck yet again. And believe me, if you are a runner like I have been in the past, that is so easy to do. The only way that you can face God in the midst of your mess, is just to get bold.

I had to basically tell God, “Ok. I admit it. This problem is back. I can’t understand how I got caught up in this; how it snuck up on me, but there it is. And honestly, as sorry as I am that this has happened; as much as I know it hurts you, and as much as that fact hurts me; I can’t tell you that I won’t still be here tomorrow. I can’t tell you that this will go away any time soon. All I can do, is let you know how much I regret it and ask you to help me deal with it.”

I would cry daily; that’s how much I was aching over the situation. I was trapped because my emotions were affected, and to disconnect those would take some doing. So I cried every day for the first few months, because I was convicted. Knowing that my behavior demonstrated disloyalty to God and His word, bothered me a great deal; to the point of physical pain and discomfort due to guilt. I love Him so much, and hurting Him is the last thing I’d want to do.

The situation was so personal for me, and I was so busy wrestling with the guilt of it; I knew I could not process this via counseling at my church. I couldn’t trust the humanness of the ministerial staff, and I was not prepared to deal with any more condemnation than I was already heaping upon myself.

Sy became my “go to” guy; my spiritual guru, if you will, that I utilized to process the situation. Don’t get it twisted. God was right there in the midst with me and in the muck with me, giving me support and comfort while I wrestled with demons I thought were long dead. So during the times when I felt too ashamed to tell God everything, I told Sy, only Sy didn’t know I was telling him.

You see, I went to his website looking to contact him. However, his ministry demands do not make him so personally available, and I was disappointed to find that I could do nothing but contact counselors he had in place via the site. That was not going to work at all. I felt that Sy could understand my guilt better than anyone else could, considering what he’s wrestled with in his life, so I wanted him.

Since I couldn’t get him, I borrowed him instead. That sounds crazy, I’m sure, but he understood it immediately. You see, after the service, I went out to one of the tables where his ministry items were available and asked if he was coming out to the table, because I wanted to share this with him. I was told that he would not be available, because he would be going directly into another area of our church to minister to the college crowd; which is a typical thing our pastor does every Wednesday night after regular church service.

I was quite disappointed, but stayed at the other end of the table nevertheless, to purchase my chosen series from his ministry items. Now, I interrupt this flow momentarily, to point out the fact that God will always work things out for you that are within His will, and apparently, my speaking to Sy was one of those things He wanted to happen.

While I was standing there, waiting for the credit card machine to function right so that I, along with several people before me, could pay for our purchases; out walked Sy, right up to the table I was at. He passed right next to me, and I tapped him on the shoulder, and was able to tell him what a blessing he was to me personally.

Sy is like the king of “the process,” so he was thrilled to learn that I had been writing a daily journal of letters addressed to him, despite not being able to contact him. He recognized that these letters allowed me to process what I was going through and come out on the other side, correctly aligned with God once again. I told him that what I had written was potentially fodder for another book, which he liked, because he saw that I would use it to help someone else. I was able to give him my card with my book on it, and he took it and thanked me for letting him know. I was elated.