Once inside the house, I spent some time crying, writing and praying. What started as peacefully asking God for comfort turned into pleading for comfort. I know that when I'm emotionally overwhelmed, I have a difficult time sensing God's gentle presence, so I begged that God would provide his comfort in a loud or tangible way - something I could really pick up on.
I look up and there's Nahum hopping up on the bed.
Nahum in ancient Hebrew means "comforter"
I received my comfort, in a real tangible, fluffy package
And if that wasn't enough, Willow had to get in on the action too
Prayer perfectly answered. Now, I'm going about my day with gratitude.