When our kids were small, we had friends who dragged their kid’s blankies along with them everywhere they went. It drove me nuts! I couldn’t understand why they thought their kids couldn’t handle life with out a blankie.
Last week my eyes were opened and I saw it in a different light. When we moved out and into the apartment, basically within an hours notice, I felt completely displaced and disjointed, but strangely peaceful at the same time. Just before I left the house I grabbed my two favorite comfy blankets off the couch. This past year I sat under those blankets a lot … too much for my liking. Somehow I gained comfort in always knowing my blankets were there for me.
Same goes with my coffee and colorful mugs. I love bright mugs and my coffee pot. The apartment had some brown mugs, nice mugs…but brown. I went out and bought a set of colorful mugs which I sipped my coffee from every morning. It brought me comfort. I just wanted something that looked like home, like normalcy. Now those mugs sit on my windowsill, a beautiful reminder of God’s rainbow and his unfailing promises during a difficult time.
He quenched a deep thirst in me last week, to know him and trust him deeper, no matter what happens. That my dear friend brings me great comfort … more than blankies and coffee.
John 7:37 -38 NKJV
On that last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out, saying, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water”
Believing and hoping.