Comfort

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!

7 comments:

  1. Reminds me of the very old Gaither song "Something beautiful, something good all my confusion He understood. All I had to offer Him was brokenness and strife and He made something beautiful of my life!"

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  2. So very very true. Food comes to mind for me too. BUT, also the comfort of the Holy Spirit as he is our Comforter. An amazing priviledge, don't you think?

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    1. yes, His quiet voice has persisted this week through the noise and confusion.

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  3. I think God is polishing you very well, Jennifer. This is such a wise and grace-filled essay!

    #1 at FMF this week.

    https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2017/07/your-dying-spouse-336-gods-lighthouse.html

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    1. oh what a task you have been given! i pray that many are brought to the Light by your light. thank you for encouragement.

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