Comfort is…

Comfort is …


A warm loaf of banana bread. Not the healthy, dairy/egg free kind. The good stuff with lots of butter.

The sound of my kids playing with new cousins. Laughter. Noise.

Spring rain. Like the sky is crying too. Does it know today is a sad day?

A panicked post begging for prayer.  And lovely friends responding.

A promised roast for dinner.

New family. Just being together.

Good news, even though temporary.

Jesus. He’s been here before. He knows how this feels. He promises that it there is a time to mourn. But joy will come again.

Comfort is knowing that she calls me grandaughter.


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