comfort

lately, I've taken to notice and be thankful for all the comforting things in my life.

one of my biggest problems is that I'm a dick. or overlook things. or shallow.
or even intentionally avoid being compassionate or kind.

but the Holy Spirit has really convicted me of how much he leads and comforts me, and how much I avoid it in the name of theological tough guy. lame sauce. I need to grow up in this area. sheesh.
I find it to be an indirect/direct sort of thing.

what I mean is:

I'm either at ease in my soul, or am reminded of the truth of sacred scripture.

or

I am led by the Holy Spirit to things of comfort and rest.


Simply put - tonight I got to hang out with my parents when I got home. We threw on a movie and I sat on the couch in their room and I got to be safe with them. Nothing else mattered.

I got to listen to dad talk about work and mortgage and marriage and sports and it was wonderful.

The Holy Spirit being the Great Comforter will bring great affirmation, joy and comfort, as well as lead me to things that are also in those categories...and many others.

So, I am in a new place now. I am thankful, and resting.