Comfort, Comfort O' My People . . .

My month old son recently decided that his changing table is his happy place. Only there has he ever smiled purposely at me, and that's where he does most of "happy talking." When, he's upset, sometimes we can set him down there and he's instantly calm. The other day, my husband did just that and then sadly exclaimed, "My son loves the changing table more than me!" Our son's occasional preference for a terry covered pad over our loving arms seems absurd to us. Yet, I wonder if our choices don't seem equally absurd to Our Heavenly Father at times.

So often we chose lesser comforts and baser joys than what God has to offer us. We turn to a warm cup of coffee, scented candles, a hot bath, or a good run to relax us and then whine that we don't have enough time for prayer or that we can't feel God's Presence in our stress-filled lives. God must shake His head at us, knowing that His Word has the perfect thing we need to hear and His hands are ready to give us the "peace that passes understanding," if we would only ask. But we are happy on our changing table instead.
We are body and soul, and sometimes our bodies need a physical action to help them be relieved from stress. But my encouragement to you (and myself!) today is to bring Christ to your leisure. Read Scripture as you sip your coffee instead of zoning out in front of a style show that makes you want to drop a size and buy a pair of killer $150 jeans. Talk to God and place your cares at His wounded feet as you finally get that hot shower or refreshing jog. Find quiet, and don't forget to invite the One who fills the quiet with His comforting voice.

Thoughts? How do we ignore the divine comfort and strength that is offered us constantly?

[NOTE: Here are some relevant exhortations of the Holy Father on this!]