Thursday, January 20, 2011
What brings you comfort? Not on a grand scale like the beautiful, all encompassing comfort we find in the reassurance God is there and cares deeply about all you are facing, but on a small scale. I mean the little comforts that make such a difference. For me it's watching my 3 month old blow bubbles or hearing my three year old tell me she loves me. It's hearing, "Touch of Grey" by The Grateful Dead or the way my ancient Dr. Marten's cradle my feet (Peter is convinced they are beat up beyond wearing in public, but I'm not so sure). It's laughing with friends who have known me long enough to have seen me at my worst and knowing they still love me. It's remembering I'm a mom, but knowing that part of me is merging with all the other dynamics of who I am, not becoming my single defining role. It's walking in the rain. All of these things are filled with the beautiful promise of God's grace and a new day. They are reminders of the joy we can find in such a broken place.