I love sleeping in my bed. The soft pillows around me and my warm fluffy down comforter covering me from toe to chin. I like to kick it under my feet so I'm a little wrapped up. I feel so safe and warm and ready for rest. If all else failed that day sleep would still come and in its own way, wash everything anew before tomorrow woke up.
I read 2 Corinthians 1 today. The first part is titled "The God of All Comfort." Lately, in my life I have felt in need of comfort. I'm in a new situation with new people and it's hard and it can feel like a constant battle. Where do I go for rest? Where do I go to be sewn up, bundled up in warm blankets, bathed, hugged, comforted? I realize I have been running to my Church community which I think is not bad, but it is not best. My first instinct should not be to turn my bloodied soul to men. I should turn first to God. I should incline my eyes to Him, pour my bleeding heart his way... first. Then roll over to people.
9: Indeed, in our hearts we felt the sentence of death. But this happened that we might no rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead.
I have a new perspective today.
