My Blankey

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all of our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. - 2 Corinthians 1:3-4

My childhood blanket had a satin binding. As a child, it would comfort me to fall asleep. I carried it around for a long time. The satin was soothing. I can admit that | still like that binding on my blankets today. Realizing this leads to thinking about why it comforts me. When my fingers are rough from a cut or washing dishes, it creates a pick in the satin. For some reason it is something that I do with the lining of a coat and anything that would pick when I do it.

It came to me that I kind of need that to fall asleep or get through rough days. If my fingers are smoother, it doesn't work as well.

Further thoughts led to my Great Comforter. When I am rough, I need Him more. Just sharing my roughness helps me get through it. He comforts me and lets me sleep. My roughness doesn't pick him. He is always there.

When we are rough, God's comfort will always be close. Going through grief, especially when your go to person is the one you are grieving for, makes me realize that God is my satin, binding me to Him and comforting me. I carry him with me like a satin bound blanket. He is there for you, too.

When we are comforted, we are able to help lead others to the Great Comforter, the Holy Spirit.