Day four of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. Whoo-hoo I’m on a roll.
One of the goals is to post a devotion once a week. Wednesday is that day. The Bible verse comes from the King James version for two reasons: 1. It’s in public domain and 2. The language is beautiful.
2 Corinthians 1:3-4
3 Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; 4 Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.
Christmas came a mere three months after my husband’s death. Getting through the actual holiday wasn’t too bad. My children, and preparing for their visits kept me busy. I worked myself to the point of exhaustion, which made it easier to go to sleep.
Once the holiday was over, the kids had returned to their homes I began putting away the holiday decorations. I took each ornament off the tree and carefully packed it away. When I lifted the little bear down I couldn’t put him in the box.
I had bought the bear to be an ornament. However, in my “I’m a widow fog,” my proportion perception was off. While the bear wasn’t big, he was much too big to be an ornament. Ten inches. Oh my. Much too big for an ornament.
My solution had been to nestle him into the branches of the tree. It was the perfect place for him.
When the holiday ended, however, I struggled to pack him away with the other holiday decorations. After several minutes of thought, I opted to place him on my bed. That night, when I finally prepared for bed, he didn’t get set to the side as intended.Instead, he stayed in my hand as I crawled into bed.
For the first time in months, I slept soundly all night with the bear in my arms providing comfort. I slept with him for several months before I began to set him to the side. Now, he sits on a shelf on my headboard watching over me as I sleep.
I realized the bear was God’s way of giving me tangible proof of His comforting presence. Because sometimes we just need something solid to hold.
Prayer; Thank you for giving comfort in a myriad of ways, using people, places, and things, even stuffed animals to help me stay connected.
Do you have something unusual that gives you comfort?
What is your favorite thing to do, hold, see, or hear, that calms and comforts you?
Do you have something from your past you cling to because it makes you smile?
Please leave a comment and share your thoughts.