Comfort

    I think I’m noticing something about comfort on this walk.  At first, the Comforter UNcomfortables me.  He takes away, He introduces unfamiliar, He challenges, He inserts steps, He exposes, He allows heart-wrenching ache.  Sharp rocks.  Boulders.

I don’t know what I’m doing, where I’m going, who is that, when is then.  I don’t know.  It’s so uncomfortable.  But this sense of discomfort keeps me before God.  It keeps me flexible and honest and pursuing and discovering.  Because He knows.  The Comforter knows.

Then, as I look back on the introductions, exposures, challenges and aches, as I step over edges and boulder the boulders, I receive counsel, an opportunity, a place of belonging, a developing skill, a pleasure.

I notice comfort as I look back and see His work.  I am assured of eventual comfort from the uncomfortable moments and days.  He knows what I don’t.  He’s leading.  I’m following… this uncomfortable comforter.