On Fridays I've recently begun to go to Five Minute Fridays on Lisa-Jo Baker's web site and I use her prompt to let my heart run for a few moments. Here are my musings on this weeks prompt: comfort.Anyway, I finished my five minutes but I didn't want to leave it on a downer, so I started my watch again to be able to leave it on an upswing! I know, my first day of blogging and I'm already cheating! Oh well. I live by grace.
Dry wells of comfort left dust devils swirling through my heart as a girl growing up in a world that simply lacked connection. My Mom grew up in the desert. My Dad grew up in the desert. How, when my beginnings began in the most fertile valley of this beautiful, God created earth, did my heart so contrast that fruitful land? Desert. Comfortless. Comfort was either meted out in a strict ration, coming only when the season permitted or at times it came like bitter water, offered with poison that seeped deep within causing my heart to further seal itself from all other comfort to protect itself, to do the only thing it knew to survive. [STOP] (I can’t leave it on a downer, restart watch)
Death was certain. Attempts at life had been made. There was no reason I should hope that my desert should find relief, that my barren earth should bear life giving fruit to others. A cry erupted from within me and I would not die. From on high He heard my voice and answered… He created longing in me, then gave me vision, He stirred the fire within that I thought was long dead and He found life… to that life He brought tender hearts who drew near. And I let them. I felt their warm breath on my hard heart and life flickered to flame, the hardness slowly broke apiece and the chunks that so effectively sealed my heart, flared up in the growing fire. Comfort. Words. Connection in people's eyes. An embrace. A tender kiss on the cheek. Grief. Joy. Bubbling. Full wells. Thirsty no more. Let others come. [STOP again]