I’m sitting in mom’s room. Her breathing is very labored. The house is quiet and her body is exhausted. The nurse said on Friday that she could not last 24 hours. They totally underestimated my mother.
Yesterday was very surreal. Natasha knelt by mom and talked about her being the best grandma ever. She told about the bumps and bruises that grandma fixed with ointment and a cookie. When she said, “grandma is always happy,” mom woke up. She open her eyes big and opened her arms. She hugged Natasha and told her she loved her three times. At Christmas Natasha received a ton of gifts but none were satisfying. She was satisfied last night. I finally saw what fulfills her. Her heart was beaming. That will save me a lot of money this Christmas!
I’m reading Matthew 5 as I sit here. Jesus said,“blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted.” My sweet tooth is never satisfied. There is a chocolate chess pie 50 yards from me and it is calling me. My quest for recreation is never fulfilled. I am wearing my running shoes and ready to go when someone takes the next shift. The only thing I don’t crave right now is comfort. I have it. I’m swimming in it. I’m living in the promise of Matthew 5:4. I’m not dreaming of being comforted or wondering how to get more. The minute I finish the pie I will be hungry for more and the cycle of running and eating never stops. Snickers does not really satisfy in spite of their claims.
For those of us that love to study nutrition, God’s comfort is highest in the glycemic index right above wheat grass. It is the opposite of Cheetos and Chinese food that leave us hungering for more. It really satisfies. Natasha and I both found what really satisfies. We found true comfort.