the idol of comfort

One of the dearest idols in my life has to be my own comfort. When situations or events happen that impair my comfort, I am not happy about it. In my heart I grumble, complain, and think, "I deserve better than that!" I am trying to repent each day for this self-destructive love of self, and I'm encouraged in the journey by Philippians 2:3-11:

3 Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. 4 Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. 5 Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, 6 who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, 7 but made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. 8 And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. 9 Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, 10 so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, 11 and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

I thank God for providing a Savior who didn't live for his comfort, but made himself supremely uncomfortable so that I will experience everlasting comfort in his presence.