Comfort

I have this picture of sitting in my living room on my couch and Jesus walks over and hands me a cup of tea. He sits next to me and I lean my head on his shoulder.
With His arm around me I’m enveloped in his warmth of love.
He breaks the silence and asks me ‘How are you, my beloved?’. I’m moved to tears that he calls me his beloved and he wraps me in a hug cooing soothing words in my ear.
He says ‘I understand, I am always listening. I know how you feel. How it feels to be left alone, how it feels to be placed in the middle of chaos, how it feels to be hurt and left broken. I was there.’ 

I finally respond, ‘so what do I do?’

He reply simply, ‘be here.’

That’s it.
We just have to be in his presence. To want to be embraced by his love. To accept his graces. 

We don’t have to do anything to make him love us. He just does.

Like my friend put it once, “Rest in the fact that you carry the essence of God as an innate part of your identity. You are His image, his representative in the way you are, not what you do or don’t do.”
We just have to be. Not do.

So, why do I turn to people, food or things for comfort?
People will leave or die. Food will only satisfy for a moment. Possessions will be lost or broken.
But he is the never ending river of joy. The living water that flows endlessly towards eternity.

When doubts filled my mind,

your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer.

When we cry out God, he comforts us. He brings us joy.

So today I find comfort in His love. I find words of encouragement in His Word. I find peace in His embrace. I rest in his presence.