Comforter

The frigid temperature swirled near me and finally into me like an invading swarm of infectious insects. I was chilled deep and beginning to shiver. My hands were stinging and the front of my legs felt like tiny slivers of icicles were burrowing through my skin. I was fortunate that there was an old comforter thrown on the well worn mattress. I pulled it around my shoulders, tucked it around my feet and legs and let the warmth seep in. After a time, the fire heated the area and I could remove my comforter cocoon. Though I was thankful for the respite I received from the covering, I had the luxury to toss it aside and go on with my day- now warm- forgetting the biting cold.

Being chilled is not the only time, I have been in need of a comforter. This last year has been hard on everyone- some hit so much harder- that it makes any pain or sorrow or loneliness or hurt or fear or worry I may feel seem somewhat selfish. And yet, it is there. While having compassion for the pain of others, I can also acknowledge my own. I have to. It is my road to heal. What helped? What still helps? When I feel the piercing hurt of loss, it is those times I can feel the simple presence of a Comforter wrapped around my cold shoulders and tucked around my feet- warming me from the inside out.

He shows up in so many different ways. One day I received a completely unexpected call from a former co-worker sharing her experiences at just the time I needed to hear what she was saying. This Christmas dear friends sent a You-tube video of them singing a beautiful Jesus song in lieu of not being able to do their yearly caroling. The extra effort and commitment along with the beauty of their voices made an isolated Christmas so much richer. He showed up in long spontaneous drives catching glimpses of wild horses, antelope, buffaloes, and nature’s glory. He even showed up as pink party pelicans placed in my front yard on my birthday. Just today He showed up in a lovely card in the mail from my friend of 25 years expressing care and encouragement and gratitude. It was wonderful.

He showed up in surprise hot drinks delivered to my doorstep, posters, texts, calls, messages on Facebook, and so much more during this hard time. He showed up in a giant hug from a grandson when I least expected it, but needed it more than I can express adequately in this short blog.

I am so grateful for the Comforter- the Father of compassion- His love and comfort put into action by those around me. I know how fortunate I am that when I am cold I can reach out for a covering to keep me warm. I know it is an even greater blessing to reach out for the Comforter to take away the chill when I am feeling the fear or worry or loneliness of a bitter icy moment, or hour, or day. Father, please open doors for my hands to help bring warmth to others during a season of cold. Please help me to share comfort to those placed in my heart or my path as You have brought comfort to me. Thank you for being my forever Comforter.

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. 2 Corinthians 1:3

5 thoughts on “Comforter

  1. You are such an inspiration. This is so near where I have been this last year as well. After losing my dad, now my mother lives with us. The craziness of covid. My sweet Madison having bouts of suicidal ideation. It is those little things ,that comforter, that makes it seem manageable. Yes hes gone but hes no longer in pain. Yes shes suicidal but she reached out for help. Yes we are all sick let’s make the most of the family time. Thank you for your words they always come at just the right time. I am grateful for every small patch that makes up my big quilted comforter. I pray that I continue to add new unique small or big patches daily!!

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    • Prayers and appreciation for your kind support and authentic comment. Love your words about the patches in your life that make up your big quilted comforter. Prayers and wishes that you add many uniques patches of great joy. ❤️❤️❤️

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