He is my comfort

“The Lord also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble … and they that know Thy Name will put their trust in Thee: for Thou, Lord, hast not forsaken them that seek Thee.” (Psalm 9:9-10)

For my son, it was Scruffy. A little brown stuffed dog with darker brown patches all over. Admittedly, Scruffy has been re-stuffed on more than one occasion, resewn (in more than one spot), and loved for more than a decade. I’m not even sure where he came from. Just one day, Scruffy replaced the constant need for him to carry around tiny toys (counting blocks and bears were his favourites). My son might be 15 now, and far too old for Scruffy, but still, to this day, that dog has a place of honour in his bedroom. And no one is allowed to move him 😉

For me, it’s always been what makes me feel most comfortable. My yoga pants, for example, are my current top place item. Having said this, however, my long thin cardigan type sweaters are a close second. When I put them on, I feel safe. They hide ‘me’ and all my insecurities. It’s crazy I know but I only realized the totality of this one day a week ago. It was cold outside and I’m talking 17 degrees, rainy with a northwesterly wind blowing in my windows cold. Of course, this is all relative to the fact that it’s August and I wouldn’t have been cold if it was in December or March. 😉 I put on my yoga pants. As soon as I slipped them on, I felt happy. And yes, I felt safe. Once my sweater was on too, I was in my happy spot, and no amount of crazy or chaos was gonna take that happy spot away….

For my husband, it’s candy. Or, chocolate. Once his work truck was broken into and the ‘thieves’ stole all his candy. He was CRANKY!!!  He wasn’t grateful that they didn’t steal his work equipment or the spare change in the cup, or conversely, upset that they messed up all his paperwork. My husband was mad because these people took his secret treat stash.

This is said because I’m pretty sure we all have something that has become our ‘comforter’ or our security ‘blanket’ over time. And this isn’t just a human trait. For my dog Finney, it’s stuffed toys. She cuddles them and plays with them until they have no stuffing left. For my other dog Daisy, it’s my sons bed. That is her cuddly spot (unless it’s thundering outside, and then I’m her security blanket. As one can see, the things that make us feel safe can be just about anything. The point is that even though our ‘thing’ differs from those around us, it shows our uniqueness, and how each person (or dog) is different.

But I have a secret! Well, it’s not a huge secret really. The truth is I have a much bigger security blanket then my yoga pants. It’s Jesus. No matter how much I can hide in those yoga pants, Jesus knows each and every one of my flaws, insecurities, pains, and temptations. He knows when things aren’t right and He is always willing to help me through them. Because He knows hiding out in my yoga pants is just a false sense of security (as is wrapping my sweater around me) He offers me true comfort, real security. One I can feel all the way to my deepest core.

There is a scripture that comes to mind.

“Casting all your care upon Him; for He cares for you.” (I Peter 5:7)

Indeed, Jesus is the best comfort….really and truly. He might not always (or ever in my case understand the ins and outs of our journey but I know that one day I will understand why mine has taken the road it has. Until that day though, I will rely on Jesus to get me where He wants me, and on the worst days, (when I can be seen putting on my yoga pants) I will hold onto Jesus and I know He will be more than sufficient to get me through the storm.


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