living our best life possible – comfort food

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“Sometimes a little comfort food can go a long way.”  ~ Benjamin Bratt

 

As the holidays are fast approaching, the subject of food tends to be pushed to the forefront.  We start to think about or plan what we would like to eat during the holiday celebrations.  Even if we do not celebrate the holidays, the cooler weather, at least here in the North Hemisphere, makes us think about comfort foods.

Being chronically ill, you tend to think a lot about food (or maybe it is just me).  Many of us are on special diets and encouraged to suck down endless supplements and medicines while dreaming of being able to eat a gluten and dairy filled pizza (or maybe that is just me too!)

My question for the week is, what food is your go to when you want to eat something that adds a little cheer to your life?

 

Thank you for sharing!  Who knows, you may just “find” your new favorite food.

my prayer for you

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that you experience true love

soaking in the sweetness of being loved for who you are

no matter what your failings, limitations or inabilities that may fill your body

 

that you feel safe in the arms of another

held when you are unsure or scared

lying closely as your heartbeats create a synchronous rhythm of comfort and respect

 

that your hand will be held with gentleness and caring to help guide you through life

you are comforted when ill

and protected when you are weak

 

that you find joy in their presence

your 1,000th kiss will feel like the first

and your day will not be complete without seeing the beauty of your love reflected back in their face

 

 

 

the storm

lightning strike the ground during night time

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i stand outside as the storm begins to rage

the thunder rolls in sending animals scattering,

yet i don’t move,

lightening strikes,

shaking the earth under my feet,

my body quakes with fear as the world around me appears to shatter into pieces,

strikes hits too close leaving me cowering in a heap,

 

can i within stand the storm,

can i endure the constant barrage of raging winds and ravishing rains that beat at my body……..

no place to run,

no place to hide,

not only from the storm but from myself.

i am soaked to the bone,

cold to the touch,

immense fear engulfs my mind

is shelter worth searching for,

my soul cries out for comfort,

yet, do i need saving?

 

 

~ wendi is the author of two books, you can view them here.

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