For several years, God has been gently guiding me to see that comfortable is not the same thing as happy. See, I've been living a fairly comfortable life for quite a few years now. I'm very blessed to have a loving family, a safe home, a good job. Along the way, I had this growing certainty that even though I was comfortable, I wasn't happy.
How frustrating is that? I have more wealth in my life than what the vast majority of humanity has, and somehow it's not enough. I was comfortable, but discontent. I couldn't stop worrying and wanting more.
When the chance came up to join a year long experience sure to disturb my comfort, God had already made my heart ready.