A favourite old shirt

Not sure why this is on my mind but it is. Well maybe I do know I just am not ready to share, yet.

I don’t feel any struggle in my submission, I don’t find it hard to follow His lead and I don’t find it hard to fall into.

It’s not really a thing that’s constantly on my mind, it is not that crazy frenzied excitement from the beginning. It’s not a worry or an obsession, it’s really hardly a thought to be honest. Well not a conscious one anyway!

The things I do, that we have decided on are done without question or over thinking. Once in a while I might have a second thought but it is gone as fast as it comes. We agreed on these things for my benefit or for His, I don’t find any need to fight against them.

I don’t obsess about not feeling submission when I’m working or taking on the world, I feel like I’m doing my job, doing what I’m supposed to do. At the end of the day my submission is waiting.

Like a favourite shirt at the end of the day, I shed my work clothes and slip into its comfort and warmth. Just like that, the world is gone and we are here ….

I wear it comfortably for as long as I can. I don’t struggle to change from one to the other, I look forward to it. It doesn’t feel odd no matter how long it’s been since I’ve been able to wear it.

When work or responsibility calls I change into something more appropriate, I’m not dwelling on the shirt I shed for the task, I know it’s there waiting for me when I’m ready, when the time is right.

I have a closet full of clothes, it would be strange to expect to always wear the same thing. Everything is there for a reason, everything has a right time.

I enjoy each and every outfit I wear, I feel wonderful when wearing them … but I’m always more than ready to slip into that comfy old shirt. The one that soothes me and feels like home.

I suppose the ‘active’ part is simply the changing ….

Happy Friday! ❤

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