Old Comfort

I spilled water all over my blanket the other night.  It was just water, but I didn’t want to sleep in a cold wet blanket.  Being exhausted from the day, I ripped it off the bed and proceeded to find another blanket.  At first I grabbed the fuzzy blankets that use for my lower legs.  They just didn’t feel quite right.  I finally grabbed this quilt.

This is a quilt given to me in the 1970’s upon the death of one of my mother’s sisters.  I was informed that this was a depression quilt made from old dresses of her sisters.  I have always loved using this quilt and had forgotten how comfy it is.

I slept really well that night.  It reminded me that new isn’t always comforting.  Sometimes it takes an item that has been hand crafted with love to fulfill the hole of lonelyness.

Old or new comforts, what is your “Go To” when you are feeling down?

I am sure God has provided you with something in your posession that fills that hole.  Mostly Him, prayer is always a good comfort.