Comfort

We took Gimli and Virginia to get their annual check ups last week. They did great at the vet, but shortly after we returned home, Virginia started having an allergic reaction to one of the vaccines she got. It was clear she felt terrible. We ended up having to take her back to the vet twice to relieve her pain. The whole time she was sick, she just cuddled up to me and wanted me to pet her. I got up for just a second, and when I returned she was shivering because she was scared. She didn't want to leave my side even for a second. She didn't feel good and knew where she would receive comfort. She didn't go to her toys, her food, her water, or even Gimli. She came to her mom.

When I am in pain, I don't always go to my Father for comfort. I often go to friends, family, Paul, seek to mask my pain through food or distract myself through entertainment. None of things can do anything for my pain. All they can offer is a temporary distraction. Christ, however, knows our pain intimately. We don't even have to tell Him what's going on- He knows. He loves us exponentially more than we will ever understand, and certainly more than anyone else will ever love us. He is in perfect control of all things, knows the past, present, and future of the entire universe, and yet cares about the little details in each of our lives. This is truly amazing. Why on earth would I turn to anything else? Mostly because I'm sinful, but my prayer is that God would remind me of His presence, His love and His desire and ability to comfort me in my pain, and that I need Him in the painful times.


Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. -Matthew 11: 28-31