Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Brushstroke of the Comforter

“Oh Comforter, To Thee We Cry…”

In the aftermath of recent heartache, loss and an impending move to a new city, this is a scary time of not knowing what lies before me. When hopes and expectations are suddenly dashed, when friends move away, when hard things happen to us, and we don’t have a clue where we’re going or why we’re going there…then every act of kindness received becomes a life raft.

Surely, you've been there before. We've all been. You’re choking for breath. You’re vision is blurry with tears. You can’t walk without feeling like a great burden is pinning your feet down to one place. And you're scared of being alone. It goes on like this until you feel you want to give up; you can’t handle this. You don’t know what to do, or where to go, and you don’t even want to. You want to curl up and sleep for an indefinite amount of time.

And then IT happens. 

You taste it as you bite into a slice of ripe, juicy golden muskmelon. You taste it in the fresh sweetness of a blueberry popping in your mouth.

You feel it in the wind blowing through your window and stirring your hair.

But you fight it, 'cause you don't wanna let go.

You encounter it again in the surprise reunion with an old friend who you haven't talked to in years.

You sense it in a friend's invitation to go out for lunch.

You find it in the form of a chocolate treat left purposefully for you by someone who cares.

You know it in the consoling conversation about how God is at work in your life.

It brushes you softly like a feather on your cheek. It whispers quietly to your soul. It penetrates to your bones.

Eventually, you give in. You give in entirely and embrace the hope of a future. You begin to feel the rush of life again. The mad colors on the canvas begin to take shape under a hand bigger than your own - that of the Mighty Comforter. 

"It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings."
~"The Real Work" by Wendell Berry


  1. Christina, I just wanted you to know that I loved this so much, I'm going to incorporate your post into mine this week. God bless! :)

  2. I love your writing so much! You have a gift, and I appreciate it as a writer, a Catholic, and simply as another young woman also going through changes and wondering about the future. God bless!

  3. I can't stop reading your blog. In many ways, your words and thoughts are my life. Thank you for showing me I'm not alone.