fluffy pillows

Lavish linens...surrounded by pillows fluffed, soft, cradling me to sleep. Scents of a favorite line replenished every day...peace and happiness in a fresh aroma. Little light catcher stained glass ornaments on our private balcony sliding glass door. Even a local coffee shop a few blocks away with cold brewed ice coffee...gentle for my stomach and ever so tasty.These things do not really matter. None of them are necessities. In fact, they are excessive. And yet each of them, and plenteous other details, were all present in my stay in Santa Barbara.I can think of no reason the Lord should bless me with anything, much less the abundant...impractical sort. So many of the longings of my heart, He fulfills extravagantly. And yet there are times when He doesn't, and I find myself questioning His care over me. Why He allows certain things to happen or not happen.And then ever so patiently, I discover Him leading me towards His true heart for me. Oftentimes using the impractical to woo my heart back and build trust for the things of greater weight. The trivial tangible preparing the way for the weighty intangible.Call me a silly girl, but discovering fluffy pillows and my favorite lotion scent deepen my affections and trust in God my Father. Giving me courage to get up out of that fluffy bed and face a world full of hearts and things that are broken. Knowing that He knows me so intimately. And that if He cares about the small things that bring me delight, how much more does He care for the things of eternal consequence that usher in faith, hope and love.