But comfort is a word that grieving persons understand. Yet something that is very hard to feel, at times. It is hard to receive comfort because that means that it is ok. You certainly don't feel like things are all ok.
How does one find comfort? How did I find comfort? For the first week, I was carried. Carried by prayers. Literally surrounded by them. Carried by shock. Barely putting one foot in front of the other but yet moving ahead. I still had two amazing kids who needed a mom. I still had things to do. I still had to live.
Comfort came in time. Comfort still comes. A note from a friend. A hug. Even having a friend come fold your laundry with you. Or bring dinner (like said comfort food above). Comfort comes from THE Comforter, who knows the heart of God and that God is God and has a plan for your life.
A comfort even that still comes years later is instant heart friends who have also experienced infant or pregnancy loss. No words are needed. You both know how it felt to hold the still body of your child. You both know how heartwrenching it was to bury that body in the ground. Dust to dust. But you share the hope of seeing him one day again in glory. Knowing that Jesus Himself holds your baby.
Comfort is the presence of God. We see that Presence wherever we go. In His creation. In His children. In our hearts.
We are comforted to be able to comfort others. A verse that had a new meaning for me is 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 (NASB)
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction so that we will be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God."
Comfort comes. God's presence heals. Healing is comfort.
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