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This bed, these sheets, these pillows, the ambient music playing, a desk lamp, my shirt, an 18 year old hoodie...

I've realized that I've taken comfort in many things that really don't mean anything to me. I realize this and I think to myself, "how vestigial are these things to me as chicken's wings." Sure the chicken has wings, it keeps it warm and balanced, however, it doesn't allow them to fly.

I know that I take comfort in these things because they make me feel comfortable. Nonetheless I know if you take away these things from me, I also know what it is to be uncomfortable. I don't seem to be wrapped up in my things. I could do without a computer for the longest time, even though I rely on it so much. I could do without fancy shirts or good music, or the desk lamp.

I find now that I have the most comfort in Jesus. When I pray there's a sense of closeness to him. I know I can trust him no matter the circumstance. I understand that he wouldn't let me live such a life without hope in my heart. There's also a manifestation of His love in flesh. The kind a friend can deliver, the kind that a mother can bear.

So I have friends who are of Christ, and it draws great comfort to my heart knowing that they move through Him. If someone asked me to show proof that God exists, I'd love to introduce them to my friends, there's nothing better than living proof. I'll find comfort in the fact that no matter how far away we get from ourselves, I'll always have those friends to point me back to Him.