So this morning I was thinking about patterns and waist sizes and whatnot, and I was like talking to invisible people (I do that when I’m bored) and I was just like “Sooo what my waist isn’t 23 inches, go ahead, tell me I’m fat, I don’t care, because you’re wrong.”
And then I just smiled. God has worked soo much in my life. It’s ridiculous.
And then I thought..hm. I could have had a boy telling me that every day for the last year. And then if he went away, I’d be in the same boat. But because I let God fill that hole? That’s something that will NEVER go away.
That’s what getting completion from God is all about.
I think I’m gettin’ it :)