The thing that came to mind when I thought of comfort today was
Words spoken late at night with the husband I love to the depths of my soul
Words to heal and words that are so limited without the Spirit of God.
It seems like comfort and words are too, too often opposed
Pat answers and spiritual platitudes are 101 courses for too many, including me
who love God
And then life happens and pain & struggles bear down & words lose
their surface meaning and start to burrow deep.
Sometimes comfort comes in silence, the absence of words, which is
really allow space for the right ones to grow
to one day flow when someone needs them the most.
But it is the words of God echoed in the hidden caverns of the heart
that are meant to bring the greatest warmth a soul can know.
that rains down the smile of Heaven when our spirits are downcast.
of this fallen world has never been a stranger to any honest moment in time…
The journey of our Savior where words were spoken in love’s economy with razor-sharp
precision to wound & heal, to bind up brokenhearted to set captives free with the truth
that is the heart and worth of every true comfort for you, for me, for a weeping hurting weary world
in desperate need of these words of Life.