Comfort

I find it pleasing in the evening to put on my fuzzy socks and relieve my feet of the confinement of shoes. Within those fuzzy socks, I can spread out my toes, for I have a very wide foot, and wiggle them around until they are comfortably in the position each little toe prefers.

Of all the simple pleasures of life, this is certainly one that is performed each and every day with the same amount of ahhhh each time.

Another simple pleasure is derived from the quiet in the house when everyone is sleeping and my computer beckons me to think and write and type those last words of the day. For I, as a woman feel compelled to empty my tank of words even if they have not been spoken but rather written.

Some live a life of comfort continually doing only what pleases them the most. I shall not judge or misjudge them because I do not know what lies in the hearts of those who live in that fashion. But, I find my own comfort in a cup of tea in the quiet of the morning or snuggling up to my husband as he sleeps. Comfort is in a story before bedtime when our youngest is just starting to drift to sleep and cannot stay awake through more than a page.

Comfort is in knowing that love is mine. Comfort of the love of my husband, a child, a parent brings a smile. Comfort is having the promise that Heavenly Dad loves me and always will. Comfort is being assured He will always be here for me.

"Finally, brethren, farewell. Become complete. Be of good comfort, be of one mind, live in peace; and the God of love and peace will be with you." (NKJV) 2nd Corinthians 13:11