I’m feeling yucky today so I had to miss going to church. Ugh, it stinks! I so look forward to worship on Sundays. It is also the first Sunday of Advent. Such a bummer. I was however able to tune into the service via livestream so I am grateful for that. It’s not nearly the same as being there but it is certainly a gift.
We are in the book of Matthew for the next 2 years and have come to the Sermon on the Mount. This summer we will be diving into it more in-depth but this morning’s sermon was about mourning. I happened to have a dream last night about my Grandma. It’s been 2 1/2 years since she passed and I still dream and think of her often. Mourning her loss has been a process for me…a long one.
I’ve also mourned my health…which has been a very long, on-going journey…20 years this weekend in fact…it seems never-ending. Just when I seem to get to a place where I’m keeping my head above water another symptom, ailment or diagnosis comes along. But this morning the gift I received was the reminder of the promise of comfort. No matter what I’m going through I crave it…and God is faithful to comfort me…abundantly.
So this morning it me in my jammies, my pretty puppy cuddled next to me covered up with a blanket, my Bible and Jesus. He will never leave me.
Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted. Matthew 5:4