I find comfort in –
My morning coffee
There’s something comforting about a morning cup of coffee. It
tastes better than any other cup of coffee of the day. I take my time and enjoy
the moments before it grows cold, before I must leave the house, before the
responsibilities of the day pull me away from that comfort.
My notebooks
I love coming to my desk and opening my journaling notebook
or my Bible study notebook. I know what’s there and I know there are words inside
me to fill the pages. It’s just me and my notebook. No one here to judge me.
A well-running car
After many break-downs of many cars that were faithful and
were trying to be faithful, driving a car with no problems is a comfort … no …
a luxury.
A pillow
My son didn’t have a favorite blanket when he was little. He
had a pillow. It went with him everywhere. Fortunately, it was washable. I love
my pillow too.
A blanket
Several of my children claimed a favorite blanket, a security
while traveling in the van, a necessity at bedtime. They were well-worn and
washed often. Recently, I found some worn, white blankets like the ones they
layered on me at the hospital. I bought three.
A chair
I had a favorite chair that fit me well. I used it for years
and loved its comfort. A mouse crawled up inside of it and died. The odor would
not be removed. Now I have a new favorite chair that fits me well. It is a
comfort to ease into it after being on my feet for a long time.
A bed after a long trip
The four-day trip from my mother’s home was difficult. There
were long drives and few breaks. There was just enough room for me and my
fellow travelers to nap in the comfortable truck, but beds are preferable.
Hotel beds are sometimes nice, but we were pushing to make it home. The last
leg of the trip we drove through without stopping for the night. After everyone
was dropped off, only the essentials were unloaded from the truck before I was
reunited with my bed. That feeling of finally relaxing, letting the rest of the
world wait, sinking into the mattress and closing my eyes. I love my bed after
a long trip.
The comfort of a good friend
She listened to me and didn’t interrupt. She didn’t judge or
reword my sentences. She asked me questions and helped me clarify my issues.
She suggested things to try, ways to pray, boundaries to set, practices to
begin, journaling to practice, passages to read. She comforted me and
strengthened me. She showed me how to gather that same comfort from God.
The comfort of the gospel
The gospel is simple and highly complex, a child can
understand and a mystery to many. Jesus came and lived the life we should have
lived, loved us even when we were unlovable, sacrificed His needs and finally
His life. He rose from the dead, conquering all sin and even death. He showed
us how it’s supposed to be done. He told us we can do the same, but only in His
strength. Getting strength from Him is a daily practice He Himself teaches me.
Let go, He says, I’ll tell you what to do next. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll
be there. I’ll guide you through.
He teaches me how to follow the law like He did. He teaches
me how to love the unlovable, the smelly, the sandpaper people, the ugly, the
hateful, the annoying, the forever-victims. He warns me when things are
approaching that I shouldn’t get involved in. He tells me when to walk away. He
gives me strength to do the jobs He gives me. He gently guides me through my day.
He listens when I worry. He gives me courage when I am afraid. He comforts me
when I am mourning. He will show me how to die when the time comes. And He
himself will raise me at the end of time. Jesus comforts me.
The comfort of heaven
Things get bad down here on earth sometimes. When it’s
overwhelming, I think about heaven. I don’t know much about what it will be
like, but after a life walking with Jesus I trust His good judgement. I will
have everything I need (like I do now), I will see friends and rejoice (like I
do now), and I will praise Him with the saints (like I do now) – except it will
be without pain, mourning, tears, limitations, and sin.
What a comfort!
Comfort – 10-15-22 – 31 Days of Writing about Writing
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