Comfort in the Weakness

Wednesday, September 25, 2013 Posted by Katie

Were you a Linus?

In your younger years, did you carry around a “blankie” until it was nothing but a tattered piece of cloth held together with patches and love?

To be honest, I never did, but I find myself yearning for such a thing in my older years. At night, when the lights go out, and my mind turns on….I long to hold on to something that takes me all the way back to my very roots, and then strengthens me there.

I am so grateful for Jesus for many reasons. But lately, I am grateful because He IS my tattered blankie.

He has been with me since the beginning.

I have hung on to him with every fear from monsters in the closet to a monstrously hectic schedule.

Through it all, he has allowed me to cling to Him until He is threadbare.

And I hungrily do it as if He owes this to me.

Of course He doesn’t owe me a thing. But He did give Himself graciously so that He might be my comfort, all the days of my life.

Knowing this does indeed help me sleep at night.

And clinging to Him gives me strength no matter what time of day I draw His tattered body close.

And this, I must confess, certainly does make me a Linus. (Perhaps, even a card-carrying one.)

Amen.

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.

- 2 Corinthians 1:3,4