I was reminded this morning during my devotion of the times I have felt comforted in my life. My earliest memory of feeling comforted comes from spending the night at my grandparents’ house when I was growing up. To this day, when I think of my bed at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, I get a warm, fuzzy feeling. Although it could be from the clean sheets, the soft mattress, the comfy blankets, or just the peace of their home, I know that what makes these memories so comforting is my grandparents themselves. Grandma would tuck me in that bed and I always felt so loved when I was there. The bed was cozy and comfortable, for sure, but it’s the connection to my grandparents that makes me still feel so comforted.
This is Buddy…
My oldest daughter received Buddy from Mary Kay, a child life specialist at the hospital where Trevor died. Mary Kay gave each of our daughters a stuffed animal on that horrific night. Megan was 16 years old at the time and a junior in high school. She is now 20 and a junior in college. Buddy provides Megan with comfort. She doesn’t like storms, but Buddy is there. He has dried her tears and been with her through a lot. She sent me this picture of Buddy on Tuesday. Much like the comfort Buddy has provided to Megan over the past three and a half years, the picture of Buddy still with her on her trip from Northern Illinois to North Carolina comforts me. I know she feels better when Buddy is with her.
When I am really struggling in my grief and missing Trevor more than I think I can handle, I go into his room and wrap myself in this quilt…
The quilt was made from Trevor’s t-shirts by some very special people. Although I supplied the material, they supplied their talents and time to offer me a gift worth more than any dollar amount. The comfort of that quilt is invaluable to me.
In the mornings before I read my devotion, I listen to Francesca Battistelli sing “Holy Spirit”. I can feel God’s love for me and also feel as though I am covered in the quilt of the Holy Spirit. I know that Jesus is my “Buddy”, there to provide me comfort throughout the day. I know that the comfort I receive is as much for me to share with others, as it is for me to receive it. I am blessed to be able to share the comfort of God with others through my job, this blog, and my church. What provides you comfort in this life?
“God does not comfort us to make us comfortable, but to make us comforters.” – John Henry Jowett
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