I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
One of the questions a counselor asks as she enters a relationship is “what are the stressors?”
Sometimes the answer, or more likely, answers are easily identifiable.
Sometimes the labeling takes a little digging.
The longer the relationship continues the easier it is to identify the triggers that burden us.
If we are alert we can quickly turn to the things that comfort us.
If we are mature we also realize that there is no “one size fits all” when it comes to the soothing most of us need.
Some folks get calmed by crossword puzzles.
Others find their release in strenuous exercise.
The same person may be unburdened by reading on Friday but consumed by anxiety if they aren’t mowing the grass on Saturday.
I’m not supposed to tell you this but here goes…
There is no one right way to pray.
All that to say there is a saying in The Book by a guy I love.
“I will send to you a Comforter who will guide you to the Truth.”
I was taught that this Truth was about God.
That is a STRESSOR.
The Truth about God is way beyond me and will always be so.
The Truth being discovered on this journey with my Comforter is about me.
Our feckless floundering.
Those were the beginnings of the Truth.
They got born again.
We are unique.
We are covered up with beauty.
Our value is infinitely more than the sum of the parts.
And if anything is ever going to Comfort us it is that we are loved with a love beyond our politics and theories. Beyond our sin and sainthood.
Beyond our theologies and imaginations.
On a morning when my limitations are so very seen and felt I woke to some Comfort.
I am inclined to share it.
As our Friend and I were walking in the thick humidity and dense thoughts I heard the owl call. That call will never be heard again. My Comforter who is so kind and so wise smiled at me the way he does and said…
“But there will be another.”