Comfort

During the Christmas season, as the air grows colder, nights come more quickly, the conversation often turns to things of comfort. Comfortable clothing, big warm sweaters, cozy fires, comfort foods. The images that come to mind are of curling up in a big chair with a blanket by the fireplace with something warm in a cup, and a good book to read.

The reality is though, that while these things bring comfort in the long run they are temporal. Things get lost, we out grow them, times change. They don’t last.

The only real comfort that has eternal standing is Jesus. He will never leave us or forsake us (Hebrews 13:5). We are His beloved, when we hurt or worry, or feel lost, He is there to bring us comfort. To encourage us, to hold us, and help us in our times of trial.

My mom often talks about her relationship with her father growing up. He would come home from work and she would climb up into his lap and curl up against his chest. She felt secure, protected, and loved.

I realize not everyone had a dad like she did, but our Heavenly Father has a “lap” that we can crawl up on and feel safe, secure, and comforted.

There are some days when the image of doing that brings me the best comfort in the world. Better than any big sweater, comfy chair, and good book ever could.

For I, the LORD your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, “Fear not, I am the one who helps you.” (Isaiah 41:13).

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About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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