comfort

Today, I sit listening to strings pushing bow, haunting beauty from rubbing friction. Music carries away to former places and whispers of places to come.A year ago, I sat listening to strings pushing bow, haunting beauty I so desperately needed to see...to know was still present. Present. The rubbing friction seemed too painful all around. And yet...He came. Whispering of former places... And yet... Whispering of places to come. Places where the glory of beauty far surpasses.In collapse, He carried. And somehow, courage swelled in rhythm with strings.Comfort came with the Comforter.Sally Lloyd-Jones writes in "Thoughts to Make Your Heart Sing" that, "comfort in the Bible doesn't mean 'to make comfy.' It means 'to send help.'" Read this tender explanation of comfort...So, with former places circling and future places beckoning, let us have courage today. Being made strong. Lifted up.And if you too need to sit and listen to strings pushing bow, try this free instrumental version of The Piano & String Sessions by Future of Forestry.