Zach has an ear infection and instinctively seeks comfort. So much so that when he was suppose to be taking a nap on the couch, he quietly snuck into my office and snuggled down near my chair. He slept on the floor, comforted by being close to another person.
Comfort. I like that word. It creates warm feelings and relaxes tight muscles. My soul longs for comfort and instinctively reaches out to my God creator. I follow that thread of comfort straight to the throne room of God where I can rest at His feet. Snuggled in warm love. Safe. Comforted.
Blessed comfort.
Psalm 23 (New International Version)
The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.
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