Comfort vs. Discomfort

I received a card from a friend today. She was cheering me on about God's working in my life. What a blessing! She enclosed a note and told me what I had meant in her life and that she was praying for me. This woman, miles away, had taken perhaps half an hour out of her day to think of me, but sent her presence and the evidence of God's love that washed over me. I'll have it as a tangible reminder of her and that moment every time I see it.

But I know how much receiving a greeting card can also mean when I'm going through hard times. How much effort does it take to send if you keep some on hand, with (Forever) stamps ready?

Pick up a phone and say, "I'm praying for you." You can leave it on the voicemail. Send and email. I'm talking to myself, you know.

Think about it: the determining line for people's actions used to be good versus evil. Was something right or wrong? If it was right, you did it, you took action. Wrong, you did not.

Now it may be simply comfort versus discomfort. I sometimes think the truest sign of love is whether or not someone is willing to be inconvenienced for you. Sure, they'll lay down their life for you, but will they get off the couch?

For God so loved the world that he gave...