Now, I have to tell you, I made the meatloaf last night, and everyone gobbled it up. It smelled wonderful as it was cooking, and when it came out of the oven, it was a source of delight for those who partook of it, along with the red
Maybe it's the memories that the meatloaf has for me. My mom used to make a little one pound meatloaf with little burnt edges, all slathered with ketchup. She'd set it on the table like it was a Thanksgiving turkey. Her, my dad and my brother would all sit together and eat, and well, I thought it was heaven...all except for the burnt edges, of course.
But I never did like it hot. I wanted it cold, and would nibble at a small piece and wait for the next morning to pull the leftovers out of the refrigerator.
As I ate my cold meatloaf today I thought about the term "comfort food". Food items that bring us comfort because of the loving memories attached to them.
Like my cold meatloaf, I have a few comfort foods.
But my real comfort comes only from Jesus. I have had trials and troubles and sometimes I forget the Great Comforter that He left me...the Holy Spirit. But, what a wonderful thing when I remembering this great blessing, and listen to His sweet comfort! What an amazing thing, this Holy Spirit, this blanket of comfort from on high!
Just a suggestion; re-read the 14th Chapter of John and reconnect with the Holy Spirit today...a little comfort never hurt anyone....and a lot of comfort changes life.