Comfort

I’ve spent the last 2 nights sleeping in my own bed.  I know, that doesn’t sound like much but it is when one hasn’t slept in their own bed for 18 months.  Since I was released from hospital in June 2011 I’ve been sleeping in my Lazy Boy chair in the living room.  It truly has been my ‘living’ room.  I’ve lived here 24/7.  

It has made me think about what 'comfort' is.  Is comfort truly about where one sleeps or sits?  What is comfort really about?  Well, yes, I believe it has a lot to do with where we sit or sleep but it is so much more than that.  To me, comfort is also about walking with God and walking in His path.  When we walk with Him we are comforted by His leading and as we follow Him, He gives us comfort.  

Psalm 119:76 tells us “May your unfailing love be my comfort, according to your promise to your servant.”  (NIV)

Sleeping in my own bed has felt ‘normal’ but once again what is ‘normal’?  For me, normal is doing what God wants me to do when and how He wants me to do it.   It isn’t about doing what everyone else can do;  that may be ‘normal’ in some people’s outlook but if I allow it to be my normal then I’ll be totally miserable.  One can’t judge normal on other people’s lives.  Everyone has a different ‘normal’     Even though I was in my own bed, it wasn’t ‘normal’.  I had to sit all propped up with pillows so that I could breathe.  I still had to have my oxygen on.  It certainly was a different ‘normal’ than what I had 18 months ago when I last slept in my own bed.

So I urge you, when you think of words like ‘comfort’ and ‘normal’ stop a moment and really think about what those words mean to YOU.  Each one will have a different answer because God has made us each different!  

Will I be sleeping in my own bed tonight? Unfortunately, no.  Kevin is back to work for the week tomorrow morning and won’t have the time to get me moved back downstairs with all of my paraphernalia but we are hoping to make it a ‘weekend event’.  Something to look forward to on  nights’ when Kevin doesn’t have to get up in the morning at 5 a.m.  It will make weekends even more special than they already are.  I already look forward to weekends because it means that maybe, just maybe, Kevin won’t be off doing an extra job somewhere and I won’t be home alone.    

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Hugs,

Heather