Undershirts...

I really hate wearing undershirts! Because I am long wasted, the undershirt, or T-shirt, is not long enough to stay tucked in under the dress shirt. The annoying part is the T shirt sits bunched up in my shirt and it bugs me all day. This business casual crap is for professional people. I am not professional people. "Those" people upstairs really have no problem conforming, but I am not a conformist and even though I submit on the outside, I cringe on the inside. I guess this is just a means to an end.

I often wonder how I am getting in the way of myself being in the right place in life. I feel like I have perservered through the hard stuff and have adjusted my thinking so that daily I can get up and function in the world and do the things God has called me to do. I know that every segment of "the journey" is seasonal so I trust that "this" is all seasonal too. I know that God is not confined by time which means I know that a season could be a few days all the way up to several years. I would like to trust that the wilderness is far enough in my past now that seasons dont equate to years.

Huh... a simple complaint about wearing an undershirt has forced me to contemplate where I am going in life. Well I will count my blessings that this moment of contemplation was not the result of the concusions I used to get from the 2x4's knocking me senseless in the past. T-shirt vs 2x4.... um I think I will take the nasty T-shirt...