I think I’m noticing something about comfort on this walk. At first, the Comforter UNcomfortables me. He takes away, He introduces unfamiliar, He challenges , He inserts steps, He exposes, He allows heart-wrenching ache. Sharp rocks. Boulders.

I don’t know what I’m doing, where I’m going, who is that, when is then. I don’t know. It’s so uncomfortable. But this sense of discomfort keeps me before God. It keeps me flexible and honest and pursuing and discovering. Because He knows. The Comforter knows.

Then, as I look back on the introductions, exposures, challenges and aches, as I step over edges and boulder the boulders,  I receive counsel, an opportunity, a place of belonging, a developing skill, a pleasure.

I notice comfort as I look back and see His work. I am assured of eventual comfort from the uncomfortable moments and days. He knows what I don’t. He’s leading. I’m following… this uncomfortable comforter.