Join me over at Lisa Jo Baker's place here...http://lisajobaker.com/ where she challenges us to write for five minutes each Friday on the topic of her choice, and then take another minute to encourage the person who posted before us. It's fun, you should try it! Today's topic...comfort.
Comfort is Eight crawling in "the big bed" as dawn begins, backing up to my back and not making a sound.
It comforts both of us when I put my arms around Nine while he cries in frustration because the dog ate the bagel he made for me. It was supposed to be a grand gesture but now it is gone, he thinks. But it isn't because for all our squabbling, I know for sure that he still loves me like crazy. That comforts me. For that, I would have eaten the bagel, even if it was covered in dog spit.
Comfort is my husband coming home to me, every day, again and again and even when worry creeps into our life, his firm dismissal that I have heard so many times, "It will all work out." And it does. There's practical faith in those words.
The hand of Six in mine when we walk, familiar smiles, living faith in the reality of God, sunshine after long months of rain. Knowing that the people who have loved you your whole life, will go on loving you and yours. Comfort.