I'm sort of ashamed to admit that the first thing that comes to mind when I first read this word is a big steaming bowl of Macaroni and Cheese...
or Loaded Baked Potato Chowder...
or some other gooey, cheesy, goodness.
I think it's because the warmth is comforting and it fills you up with that warmth; makes you feel better quickly, even if just for a short while.
And I hate that it took me most of my 37 years to realize that macaroni and cheese shouldn't be the thing providing that fill-me-from-the-inside warmth and comfort.
It's not like I didn't know that He should be the one filling me and providing those things.
It just took a while to make it from my head-thought to my heart-thought.
And I must wonder too, when did this happen?
I wasn't always this way.
Sure, I loved cheesy anything as a child, but I never used it as a means of escape.
Maybe college? That certainly was a time when I had lots to run and hide from...mainly myself and my self-image.
Many of you know I have struggled with my weight as an adult. It took me years to realize that until I changed the inside of me, any outside changes would be temporary.
And I'm still working on it.
But everyday, I get a little closer to having the one true comfort with me.
To being able to reach for that when the going gets tough.
That thought, in itself, is comforting.
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