I am a creature of habit. Tea and toast for breakfast. Reading before bed, dinner time is the same every evening. And these orderly things bring me a certain amount of comfort. But when my life has some chaos, a disruption or annoyance, my initial response can be to find comfort apart from Christ. Not good.
Last night my daughter spoke nose-to-nose, breath-to-breath with me in bed, me caressing her cheek as she poured out her heart// good and nerve-wracking. I could not take away her pain or the unknown, but the comfort I could share was this: I understand; You are not alone; God WILL see you through.
I KNOW that Christ is the Great Comforter, in small things and large. And yet my foolish and weak heart turns to worldly comforts when an ache suddenly arrives. Instead of falling on my knees in supplication, I seek out other comforts that are illusions at best. God help me in my weakness and may my faith be strengthened by His Word and Spirit as I cling boldly to His everlasting and merciful promises.
I'm leaning heavily on the sturdy and trustworthy promises of my Loving Heavenly Father. Only He can bring true comfort and peace in this rocky and vaporous life. So, I will settle into the uncomfortable mess that is my life sometimes, and seek His will and timing for the things that are out of my control. He works at a perfect pace. He knows what I can handle and what to bring in my life that will bring sustaining, life-giving comfort.
God's peace & comfort to you!