Time alone.

Sitting on the front porch with a good cup of coffee and God’s Word, watching my hummers flit back and forth… sitting on the beach soaking in God’s majestic beauty of a setting sunset…

That to me is Comfort.

Time with family.

Eating pizza, playing arcades, spending the night snuggling with the grandkids watching movies and eating junk food…planning a visit to see my daughter in Chicago…

That to me is Comfort.

When my son, who is on a mission in Kuwait with the USAF calls me this coming week to tell me he is home safely…

As a mother, THAT to me is Comfort.

But until that time, God’s Word is my Comfort.

Spending time meditating on His Word and resting in His Love refreshes my weary soul.

He is my portion and my strength – if I allow myself to focus on the things of this…