I suppose we all reach out for comfort in our own way. Some crave solitude, others search for tasks to distract, or a listening ear, or the bottom of a carton of Mayfield's. All have their merits, and I've tried several (especially the chocolate ice cream), but I can't say any truly fulfill.
As I sort through my emotions resulting from the troubles of late, I seek beauty. Wildflowers in a vase on the kitchen table. Beethoven's sonatas and Chopin's preludes streaming through my hands and filling our home with glorious sound. Scouring the house clean. Brightly colored clothes. Extra care with the jewelry and makeup. Time at the animal shelter loving those sweet, adorable little faces. What comfort I find in knowing that when I am bruised and everything else seems twisted and sad, beauty still exists... that continual gift from God.
"The Lord is my light and my salvation - whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life - of whom shall I be afraid?
When evil men advance against me to devour my flesh,
when my enemies and my foes attack me, they will stumble and fall.
Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear;
though war break out against me, even then I will be confident.
One thing I ask of the Lord, this is what I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple.
For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling;
he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon a rock.
Then my head will be exalted above the enemies who surround me;
at his tabernacle will I sacrifice with shouts of joy;
I will sing and make music to the Lord." ~ Psalm 27:1-6
