Comfort

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When i hear the word comfort, i think of comfort food, i think of warm quilts and porch swings. These are ideal components of an ideal life.

it is not a word i think of applied to me.

i wrap my children in blankets and bring them warm tea when they are ill, or when they are sad. i remind them of the love of God. i hope that they take comfort in knowing that He created them, especially, particularly to be exactly who they are.

i try to remember He did the same for me.

i clean the house and cook the food and clear the table so that my husband has a place to sit and relax after work. i ask him about his day, or let him sit in silence as he unwinds from all the noise.

sometimes the silence is very loud.

i take comfort in knowing that God can make pearls from grains of sand.

God can use the ocean to turn trash into sea glass.

someday, He will rub off all my jagged edges and make something beautiful out of me. He will take away all that is awkward and painful and insufficient and bring peace and love and comfort.

This post is part of the weekly Five Minute Friday link-up!

Visit

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in my previous life, the thought of someone coming over to visit would have caused extreme panic. Must Clean! Must Bake! Must hide all evidence that five messy people live here! the result of which would be you coming into a relatively clean, sanitized house full of stressed out people. i have learned from women older and wiser that this is not friendship or even good hospitality. it is entertaining, and that is someone else's job.

today, i know that my house is not always clean and the children are likely to say something embarrassing but i also know that this is not the most important part. i am not here to impress you. i am here to show love, actively or by just giving you a space to breathe. sometimes, the self control to just SIT with someone, like Mary at Jesus' feet, takes enormously more energy than rushing around sweeping things.

so, come on over. there might be fresh baked cookies. then again, i might be knee deep in flowers. either way, you are welcome!