Warm comfort

I didn't sleep much last night. It wasn't my brain that kept me awake this time-it was the unwise decision to have real coffee late in the evening. 

In the quiet dark is when my fears typically rage. My anxiety spins out of control. I fought that a lot last night as sleep eluded me. 

It was about 4 in the morning that I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see my daughter trembling in the dark.

Mommy. I had a nightmare. I'm scared.

I pulled back the covers so she could crawl in next to me. I soon heard her rhythmic breathing, signaling that she was asleep. She was cuddled right up against the length of my body. Her warmth was comforting. I thought this is the warmth that lulled her to sleep so quickly. That warm comfort.

I sighed and told God I wished He was tangible. I could use some of that warm comfort myself. He sweetly reminded me that He is my warm comfort.  I pictured leaning against Him, feeling the warmth and heaviness of His love. 

I surprised myself by falling asleep. I love it when God makes Himself tangible. I'm so thankful that He bestowed that warm comfort. I'm praying that a lot of the people I love today feel His warm comfort.