“The sorrows God Sent us brought comfort and strength with them, while the sorrows we brought on ourselves, through folly or wickedness, were by far the hardest to bear.”

L. M. Montgomery-Anne Of The Island 

Happy Friday!

Today I’m joining the Five Minute Friday community, hosted by Kate Motaung, where writers gather together, writing five minutes on one word. 

Today’s word: COMFORT 

I hope you will join me!


We drove up and around bends with scenic views and craggy rocks hanging overhead. I was struck more by the beauty of jagged rocks than the view. (Yes, I am a mountain grown girl and terrified of heights!) Places, water trickles through and down the rocks, freezing in winter. Wildflowers grow in the crevices.

I am awed by beauty that grows in jagged edges, hanging on by the barest of roots. Yellow blooms, wild mountain laurel, and purple blooms poke through.

I’m reminded that beauty grows in wild, uncultivated places. Beauty grows in the in between. Between the rocks, the hard uncomfortable, there are places of grace. Grace in yellow and purple blooms, running water trickling down.

I’m reminded in life, my life, in the wilderness, beauty is found in the in between. Comfort is found in the in between.

How in the unholy hard does one find comfort in the in between? The in between; waiting on a diagnosis, a wandering mate, or wayward child? The in between of there is no cure, the barren womb, the devastating loss? The addiction that won’t let go?

“Abide in Me” 

“Remain in me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in me.” John 15: 4 (NLT)

The flowers, the trees, the blooms, rooted deep in the jagged rocks beyond where I can see. They hang on to the rock.

We find comfort in the in between when rooted in The Rock. Jesus, The Rock. Is life any better? Any less hard? Not this side of Heaven. The rocks tumble and slip and roll down the mountainside, and yet the rooted blooms remain.

It’s the same for me and for you. When our roots grow deep we are attached to the Father and protected in uncomfortable places. Comforted in the unholy hard.

Even the wilderness and desert will be glad in those days. The wasteland will rejoice and blossom with spring crocuses. 

Yes, there will be an abundance of flowers and singing and joy! The deserts will become as green as the lovely mountains of Lebanon, as lovely as Mount Carmel or the plain of Sharon. 

There the Lord will display his glory, the splendor of our God.

Isaiah 35: 1&2 (NLT) 

Even in the wilderness, the unholy hard, we can find comfort. But our eyes, our hearts must seek the splendor of our God.

If I have learned anything from my illness it is this:

But. But, when I look past the unholy hard to the comfort of His Promises, I see the yellow blooms growing through jagged rocks hugging the mountainside. I see His splendor. I find hope. Comfort. Peace.

What are you struggling with today? Where are you finding comfort in uncomfortable, unholy hard places? I would love to know.

Gifts of Grace

I’m blessed to serve you in this place, to share with you the Gifts of Grace as I journey through the wilderness. I picture you across the table, hands wrapped tightly around your cup, sharing life, and laughter, and tears. As I share with you my own daily struggles, I long to hear what yours may be. Sharing the realness of life. You can do that by commenting below or reaching out to me here.

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