Five Minute Friday: Comfort

Comfort.

Even the word is somehow....

Comforting.

I envision soft blankets
A cushion or two
Or six or seven.

The sound of waves pounding on the beach...
A river...
or at the very least a stream.

Family, or very close friends.
At least one little one who doesn't mind snuggling up.
My boys don't mind at home
But draw the line in public.

Back to the little one
Who cuddles in close
Tight hold
Cheek to cheek as I breathe in their scent.

The sun
Present, but not too fierce.
Warming, but not stifling.

Music
Familiar but not overwhelming.

What have I forgotten?

My very old calendar has this verse for my birthday.
(Yesterday)
I read it today and smiled.

The Lord will guide you always;
He will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
And will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
Like a spring whose waters never fail.

Isaiah 58:11

Comfort.

Oh and don't forget the chocolate!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Love that verse too! Hope you had a great and comfort-ful birthday!
10 May 2013 at 18:27
Unknown said…
Karen, I love this and your heart here. That verse is so beautiful and I turned to it many times when I felt as if I was in a desert place... Thank you for sharing it here.
10 May 2013 at 19:31
Alia Joy said…
I'm with you with the cushions. My husband has vetoed more pillows on my bed. Seriously, it's a problem. Making my bed takes forever but I find comfort in climbing into them all. I like all of your list. All good things. Hope you had a great birthday!
11 May 2013 at 05:03
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