We’ve all heard and experienced the joy of comfort foods. My favorite comfort food is a coke from McDonald’s. I know – pitiful! And highly caloric. Comfort foods are rarely low cal and good for you. I have yet to reach for a broccoli spear when in need of serious comfort. Another comfort drink is a latte from Starbucks. I don’t know what it is about it, but when I hold it in my hand, something happens to me. I get all warm and cozy inside.
Today was a pretty rough day, so I decided to read one of my favorite magazines. I don’t generally sit down and read magazines much anymore. Actually, I wonder if I ever did that, but I do have a little stack of them in a magazine holder in my bathroom. There are only two magazines that I read, Success and MORE. I stumbled on the article Where I Find Comfort in a Scary World by Mira Bartok because I felt like the magazine was smaller than it used to be so I went to the back page to see how many pages were in the magazine. Only 102. 144 pages in a previous MORE. Hmm? Well, since I was on page 102, I may as well read it, I thought to myself. So I read it. It was about the small things that bring us comfort. I found it interesting since I have a list of “my favorite things” which are simply things that I have that give me joy, bring me comfort, or simply things that make me smile.
My “go to” comfort thing is a bear that I’ve dubbed, “Bryan’s Bear.” A friend gave it to me when I was in the hospital after nearly losing my life and the life of my son. I adore this bear. It’s soft and just so dang adorable. It has a prominent place on a bookshelf in my bedroom. Whenever I am feeling anything other than comforted, this bear reminds me that God is a God of miracles. He did a miracle in my life and the life of Bryan too. How can whatever I’m going through compare to that? This little bear speaks volumes to me about the Love of God when I look at it.
Also on that same shelf is a figurine that an online friend gave me about thirteen years ago. We knew each other from Crosswalk chat. She met up with me at one of my speaking engagements in Illinois and presented me with this gift. There are times in my life when I feel like a complete and utter failure. But when I look at this figurine, it reminds me that those are just feelings, and are far from the reality of my life. This figurine boosts my spirits whenever I’m feeling like I’m just totally messing up my life.
For Christmas, my friends Tamara and John (mostly Tamara) gave me a set of four flameless candles. I never thought I would love a set of battery operated anything. But I love these! They have a slight vanilla scent and a flickering light that goes on every night at 7:00 and off at midnight. Mike was the one who discovered the timer that when set would make them go on all by themselves every night. I love walking into my dark room to see the flicker of the candles. It makes me feel like Mike is still with me, going before me, to bless my life. Next to one of the candles is a little old-fashioned looking suitcase and an eiffel tower that Tamara also gave me recently. Thanks to Tamara, Eiffel towers have started having a place in my room. My granddaughter Jordyn likes to pick up the Eiffel tower and go on a tower hunt to find all of them she can find. And the suitcase reminds me that life is a journey. If I’m not happy where I am at the moment, all I have to do is keep moving down the road.
Another gift from Tamara is high on my comfort list. This throw is the softest most delicious feeling blanket I’ve ever had. Sometimes I’ll just hold onto it while I watch a movie. I can’t even tell you how many times that blanket has dried tears from my eyes. I can cover myself with it. I can wrap it around myself. I can hold it in my arms. This is a seriously multifaceted comfort item.
My fearless necklace is one of the few comfort items that I bought for myself – $20 bucks or so. Fearless was the word I chose as my word for this year. Little did I know that I would be dealing with all of the fears of losing my husband, being alone, running a business, providing for my family, etc. Perhaps that prayer to God to show me a word that will bless me through the year was answered in one giant word – FEARLESS. It’s not me. I’m not fearless. But when I turn those fears over, God seems to come to my rescue over and over again. I wonder if He ever gets tired?
There was a woman who made a prayer blanket for Mike when he was ill. She didn’t know who she was making it for, but she made it anyway, praying while she knitted. She lived in Texas. There was another woman making another prayer blanket for someone she didn’t know, also praying while she knitted. She lived in Minnesota. These prayer blankets now sit in Mike’s chair. When I feel like I’m particularly missing him, all I have to do is glance over at his chair, and I’m reminded of two women who lifted him in prayer for hours. He cares so deeply about us that when we need prayer, He will often lay us on the heart of others. The morning of July 19th, three months after Mike passed away, one of my Facebook friends posted on my timeline, “You were prayed for this morning!” How did she know? Perhaps a Big God told her.
My final item of comfort is a pair of cozy socks. There is absolutely nothing spiritual about the socks. But when I feel the need for comfort, I always reach in my sock drawer and pull out a pair of super soft, super cozy socks. As I slide my socks onto my feet, I feel pampered…and loved….by me.