Comfort Without Words

The night hours passed quickly and I arrived home late. The house was dark but I could hear our guests sleeping as I walked to my bedroom. I hadn’t yet met them since we were on different schedules but I felt peaceful, accepting they brought something good with them into our home.

I snuck under the covers to lie beside my husband and listened to his gentle breathing. My mind was full but now was not the time to wander in thought. Now was the time to appreciate the love which lay beside me. His was comfort without words; mere presence. He reminded me of the quiet times I spent with my Father and I was still.