Five Minute Friday: Comfort
And oh how my heart cries to make this a post about running to the arms of my Father God, burying myself deep into His neck, and just hanging out there as the minutes and hours tick by.
My comfort, I desire, were something more like this.
But when I spotted the word comfort as today’s writing prompt, by literal first thoughts were of donuts. Food. Like it or not — my comfort. My friend.
Fleeting though the comfort is. Despite how quickly discomfort follows.
I wish for a different comfort to be my default. Perhaps wishing is the only place to start.
Join the 5-minute movement at The Gypsy Momma in her 5-Minute Friday challenge. Each week she posts a word. Set your timer for 5 minutes and just write. No stopping. No editing. Only 5 minutes. Just my style!