What's The Point

It seems of late that I have been having several deep conversations with my wife.  To that end I thought that I would further delay the story of Nehemiah to share some of our thoughts and conversations.  For those who are unfamiliar with my wife and I please allow me to give you a little background before I get to the present.  We were married in California while serving in the military.  We spent most of the first six years of our marriage in Austin, TX.  We struggled to find a place where we fit in.  After years of struggle we decided to move to Park Hills, MO.  This was a good move because the cost of living and some great people's involvement allowed me to finish my engineering degree.  Still we didn't quite feel like we fit in.  Upon graduation I took a job with a good company in Dallas, TX.  We found an apartment in Plano, TX but felt even more alone and out of place.  Thus I began another job search and we are back in Park Hills.  This brings me to the present.  We once again feel as though we do not fit in.  I am most definitely an outcast at my job for many reasons which I will not discuss here.  My wife definitely feels like a fish out of water.  There have been many times of late that we have felt like giving in and conforming.  The problem is that Matthew 5:14 keeps coming to my mind.  "You are the light of the world.  A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden" (MKJV).  I keep trying to convince us both that this is the point.  A light by definition is different than its surroundings.  I have never tried to be a light but my guess is that the light is not comfortable.  The heat can't be comfortable.  I have tried to change a few bulbs without allowing them to cool.  We are supposed to be different.  We are supposed to be uncomfortable.  If you are perfectly comfortable with your life and those around you then are you really accomplishing anything?  Self growth is uncomfortable.  Change is painful.  Creating change in the world around you can sometimes feel like moving a mountain one spoonful at a time.  We are supposed to be different.  We are not supposed to fit in.  I guess that is the point and I am just trying to convince myself.