1. Comfort beverage: Coffee, coffee, coffee. It makes the grass greener, the sky bluer, and my heart leap, leap, leap. (Okay, that’s the caffeine, but still.)(Image: by rickabbo at flickr)
2. Comfort chair: More like the couch. With a fluffy, soft, cozy blanket. And a warm cup of coffee.
3. Comfort read: I learned a neat habit from my friend Lauren, who shared one time how she curls up in a chair and reads a passage or two from a favorite book every now and then. Not the whole book, just a piece or two. I’ve taken on that comfort-read habit, and my morsels of late are coming from Stones for Ibarra, the Psalms, The Rest of the Gospel, Divine Conspiracy, The TreeKeepers, Touches the Sky, Hannah Coulter and Luci Shaw. It’s a smorgasbord, heh.
4. Comfort television/DVD/music: The Weather Channel, Always—or Out of Africa, Ghost, or The Mummy (I know, not normal comfort film fodder, but it works for me)—and (currently) Joan Baez’s Gracias de la Vida.
5. Comfort companion(s): All around comfort-companion: hands down, my husband. For I-need-soul-sister-comfort, there’s none other than Susan, Lauren, Lenore or Karen.
So Paul took his stand in the open space at the Areopagus and laid it out for them: "I'm here to introduce you to this God.... He doesn't play hide-and-seek with us. He's not remote; he's near. We live and move in him, can't get away from him!" ~Acts 17