When sleep escaped me at 2 a.m, I read the prompt for FMF, thinking I could write when I woke up for real. I drew a blank. When my phone quacked at 5 a.m., still blank. While listening to my children read the Bible tonight, waiting for my turn, it came to me.
Comfort
Today, I had the privilege to spend the day with a friend from church. My friend is several decades older than I, and is experiencing much confusion and short-term memory issues.
We, my daughter and I, were there to try to provide some stability and comfort for her, but she instead was the one to give me comfort.
She shared many wise words, despite repeatedly asking my name, what we were doing for the day, when her family would back, etc.
Over and over she exclaimed how sweet Jesus was and how good God is. She asked if I was grateful for my family and if I told them. She asked if I got on my knees and thanked God for them. She prayed for our breakfast and lunch, she told stories of her church friends from the past and she told us she was grateful that we were there.
She reminded me in such an impactful way how important faith is. Just trusting in Jesus. That is comfort.
End
Proverbs 16:31 (ESV)
“Gray hair is a crown of glory;
it is gained in a righteous life.”
