comfort

No matter the life-shattering circumstance that delivers the devastating blow to our spirit, God is bigger. He is faithful and unchanging, merciful and consistent with His offer to us, that through it all, we will be comforted, we will be loved, we will be HELD.

I hold on to the nape of Morpheus__ neck, burying my face in his jacket. Nikki and Chessie burrow into my hair. I inhale Morpheus__ scent. It__ the only thing I recognize, the only thing that__ safe.He carries me back to the well-lit room and sets me gently on the table. I can__ stop trembling. My throat aches from holding back sobs.

Forget the beauty, comfort, love and enjoyment. You must to be enough tough on yourself to be strong on others.

For now, I just want things all safe and familiar. My life may not be perfect, but it is what I have known.

Well, I miss my wife, you know," I said. "But I also miss the feeling of, I don__ know, comfort. The sense you__e where you__e supposed to be, with someone you__e supposed to be with.

Tell me all of the things that make you feel at ease

To be comforted by God is a promise that few of us ever receive, because we are consumed with controlling our situations to avoid being vulnerable.

As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness -- just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm.

But even the longest day wears to sunset.

It comforted her, in the confused unhappy welter of her emotions, to see the mountains always tranquil, remote, in their lonely splendour; untouchable, serenely inviolate. It was an obscure comfort to her to know that man's hectic world wasn't the only one _ that there were others, where agitation and passion and bewilderment had no place. When her love turned into a chaotic fever-dream, in which she was tossing, hallucinated, frightened and miserable, she had longed to escape to the cold, austere, changeless beauty and peace of the snow.

Life may be scaryBut it__ only temporary.And this is perhaps the most comforting conclusion to be reached if one discounts the possibility of meaning.

I found the prospect daunting, but somehow comforting, too, because the counselors insisted it could be done, and, after all, many of them were recovering alcoholics themselves.

She was of traditional build herself, but her figure was largely concealed by the folds of a generously cut shift dress made out of a flecked green fabric. It was like a tent, thought Mma Ramotswe--a camouflage tent of the sort that the Botswana Defence Force might use. But I do not sit in judgement on the dresses of others, she told herself, and a tent was a practical enough garment, if that is what one felt comfortable in.

You forget your feet when the shoes are comfortable. You forget your waist when the belt is comfortable. Understanding forgets right and wrong when the mind is comfortable. There is no change in what is inside, no following what is outside, when the adjustment to events is comfortable. You begin with what is comfortable and never experience what is uncomfortable when you know the comfort of forgetting what is comfortable.

Taylor, listen to me. I could tell you that it__ okay. That she wasn__ a wonderful person, or I didn__ love her. I could tell you that she__ happier now, and her life would__e been sad and filled with pain and longing to see her love again. I could say that I__ not struggling with her death, as well as the death of the hope that she could once again be part of my life. But instead I__l just say that I__ sad, too, sweetheart. That way I can spare you the struggle of detecting the lie in my words.

Khalid?_ It was dark now, and she couldn't see his face, but she knew he was right there, an inch or two from their last kiss. __hat was that look? Earlier, after we'd finished?__here was a long silence in the dark before Khalid finally spoke.__t is only that it has been a long time since I have made love._ There was another long quiet. She waited for him. __f course, I love Galen. But you know already, we are only tender when we are not f****ing. And you and I, we were tender, before, but we did not feel then as we feel now.___o.___ had forgotten how big that feeling is.__anka pulled Khalid to her, cradling his naked body against hers.

Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.

You could fill a catalog with all you long for - for him to come back, for a do-over, for a different ending in which not only were you strong and said good-bye but he lived and made a success of his life and decades later you could look back together on your twenties and laugh at all your follies, for his voice on the other end of the phone call, for one more of those Albuquerque nights when it was easy to fall asleep knowing he was just in the next room.