Comfort.

What a comfy word.
It's like a warm blanket on a cold day.

But what about when we realize that we can't find the blanket?
And we're left in the cold; body shaking, teeth chattering, mind numb.
I've felt that way, and guess what? I live in Texas.
I've felt it Literally (surprisingly), and figuratively.

I feel like the devil can be the "cold day" sometimes.
He puts situations in our lives that cause us to stray from what we know is right, or what we know God wants us to do, or even to get in the way of a healty relationship with God.
We are exposed and beaten down by the cold winds and chills, and it seems hopeless!

But then suddenly, you realize that there is a blanket available to you, complete with a warm fire, if you can make it over the next hill.

Can you move? You're frozen and you don't really want to walk into the wind.
Can you give it up? The devil's taunting is reeling you in and it seems like the better option.

The decision seems obvious: Go get the blanket!
But you wouldn't believe the number of people that wouldn't do it.
They only see the more glamorous option that appeals more to what they want, and they stick to it like glue.

Personally, I'd rather have the comfort of the warm blanket, fire, and God's arms.
Would you?

~Em