Comfort Me

Comfort seems to be scarce these days. I don’t mean the cozy couch or soft sweater type, I mean the heart stuff – the love and safety from a good hug. The warm aftermath from a good cry and sympathetic ear. The deep seated need to know that everything will be ok when it seems like the world is imploding. That kind of comfort. I don’t know if comfort is elusive due to the fact I don’t want to admit or show vulnerability often or if it’s the cultural discomfort with negative emotions both in and out of the church. I really don’t know. But where or how does one find comfort? Is it even out there at all…