When I go to bed and hear the summer rain pouring down in showers outside our windows, I can snuggle up in a warm fleece blanket, with a hot water bottle and a cup of hot chocolate.
They have to snug up in the dirty heat of the earth or the street as the wind blasts sheets of rain on their cuddled-up bodies.
When I feel cold, even if just slightly, I head over to my cupboard, pull out a jersey and slip it on. And comfy I am!
They have to endure the pain of the cold, jitter their teeth regardless of the circumstances and ‘comfortable’ is not even part of their vocabulary.
I have a roof over my head. So do you.
Do we share it? (Heb 13:2)
Are we willing to sacrifice our comfort zones so that others lacking it may be provided with some, be it even a taste?
I have so much to be thankful for. It’s incomprehendable – warmth in and out.
Thank you Lord, for every warmth that You provide.