There are days I'm comfortable in my own skin, with the decisions that I have made, with the way that I look, the conversations I have, the way that I feel.
Let me tell you, sister.
Today ain't one of those days.
Every decision I make I have agonized over (Should I drink water or Diet Dr. P? Should I work out? Should I keep the rug I just purchased? Should I look for another one that's a touch bigger? Should I wear jeans or sweatpants? Am I hungry because I'm eating or eating because I'm hungry?). I feel like a slob in my sweatpants and tee-shirt (see above). I feel out of sorts. I just can't seem to pull it together.
Definitely not comfortable.
And just when I think I've had enough and the best place for me is my bed for the rest of the day, I hear a quiet voice speak over the din in my head: I Am your Peace and your Comfort.
He is where it begins, He's where it ends, and He's all over the in-between.
The definition of comfort.
Linking up with Lisa Jo over at lisajobaker.com for Five Minute Friday!