The Comfort of Pizza…I Mean Hope (a five minute friday)

My Five Minute Friday on: Comfort

I search for comfort. And I think I find it in so many things.

— the warmth of my husbands strong arms wrapped around me
— the sweetness in my children's laughter
— a bowl of ice cream
— the encouraging, reassuring voice of a caring friend
— the smell of homemade pizza baking in the oven

Though many wonderful things comfort me, I'm still left with longings.

And I hear Him whisper "come to me."

It's not always by instinct that I come. It's when I'm full, but feel empty. When my need overpowers what I think I can do for myself. And I realize how much I need Him.

I at last concede that He is comfort.

His promises.

His love.

Without which I would fall flat on my face and sob over the aching lonely and dissatisfaction I would feel without Him.

I cannot imagine it. The struggles would overtake me.

He gives the comfort of — hope.



Linking today with Lisa-Jo…