Comfort.

A word, which when it comes to my personal life I have begun to have a distaste for. I mean give me a fluffy soft bed, with 800 thread count Egyptian Cotton sheets, surrounded with feather pillows, thats a comfort I still very much have a taste for.

I have found through out my early 20’s I have been doing myself a disservice by being comfortable with… life. & who I am.

I have developed such an addiction to change and growth lately. 

With that has come a lot of letting God pull things out of me and my life that aren’t comfortable. & are not as pretty as I would like them to be.  It’s not always comfortable to look in the mirror when God’s holding it in front of you and there’s no standing there in denial. 

& in all of that I have found it’s an amazing feeling to be able to stand there and know God sees straight through to all of you and He’s still standing there, and He still loves, and adores you, and then… even more… He wants to help, He wants to change you. & He wants you to become who He created you to be, more than you could ever want to become who He created you to be. 

& then He gives me more hope when He tells me things like that ‘Long ago even before the world was made, I loved you. I chose you, in my Son Jesus Christ to be holy, to be blameless, and with out fault in my eyes’ *Eph 1:4

I love reading parts of His love letter like that to me. It continually blows my mind that God is able to look at me, and adore me in such a way. The Creator of everything, the One I have such adoration for, my Rock, He looks at me with love.

How breath taking. 

Why would I not want to be the best possible version of myself for this Merciful, Patient God & why wouldn’t I trust this King with… every part of me?