http://www.dreamstime.com/stock-images-girl-puppy-image1662044Do you have a story about something or someone who’s brought you comfort? We’d love to hear it.

Last week’s Story Weekend topic of “names” really took off. I hope you’ll share your stories on this topic as well. It’s so much fun to connect with one another this way!

If  you’re new to Story Weekend, here’s how it works: I pick a theme and you share something from your life that relates to that theme, however you interpret it. Thanks to all of you who’ve been contributing. As always, there are a few “rules”:

▪   The story must be true

▪   Try to keep it under 100 words. Embrace the challenge! That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge.

 

 

10 Comments

  1. Michelle on March 23, 2013 at 10:42 am

    On the night my grandmother died, I was staying in her house in Mississippi with my family and my grandfather. My grandmother had died earlier that day. I woke in the middle of the night because I heard a shuffling sound in the hall. I sat up and saw a white form hovering in the doorway of the room where my sisters and I were sleeping. After a moment, it moved on toward the kitchen , where my grandmother had spent much of her life. that moment brought me so much comfort, because I knew that my dear grandmother was checking on her grandchildren in our beds one last time, making sure we were warm and safe.

  2. Francine Orlando on March 23, 2013 at 10:43 am

    Prayer with a nice hot cup of tea and a good book wrapped with my fleece blanket in my comfy recliner brings me relaxation and peace.

  3. Diane Chamberlain on March 23, 2013 at 1:59 pm

    Michelle, I love that story. Francine, you’ve got all the creature comforts. Sound perfect!

  4. Amy on March 23, 2013 at 2:02 pm

    My natural comfort, antidepressant, stimulus, panacea is reading a well written book, with multi-dimmensional characters and a compelling plot. I’ve recently discovered the joy of reading on my iPhone, day or night, light or dark. If you asked me 2 years ago if I’d ever read an e-book, the answer would have been a resounding, NO WAY. But, now I actually prefer to read from the screen I hold in the palm of my hand, with my cats cuddled beside me.

  5. Heather on March 23, 2013 at 2:43 pm

    I’ve just started The Good Father and it’s making me feel much better as I recover from health problems. I was saving it as I only have a couple if Diane’s books left that I haven’t read but it was worth waiting for

  6. Diane Chamberlain on March 23, 2013 at 3:28 pm

    Amy and Heather, I love it when people take comfort from books! I’m the same way.

  7. kelly English on March 23, 2013 at 6:20 pm

    7 years ago I ended up with a bad reaction from a med I was taking. When the dust settled I was in a wheelchair, catheter, drooling from a med and in a 9 out of 10 pain level. My quilting friends arrived for our usual Monday quilting, hauled me up onto the wheelchair and planted me in front of my sewing machine with a cup of coffee while they worked away. At the end of the session they presented me with a flannel rag quilt – beautifully quilted and in my very favorite colours. That quilt comforted me all the way to an almost recovery. For me my quilts bring me comfort and enable me to give others comfort. And obviously those friends are still who I reach out for comfort and to give comfort to.

  8. Diane Chamberlain on March 24, 2013 at 10:44 pm

    and Kelly, I happen to have a Kelly English quilt that gives me comfort and fond memories!

    • kelly English on March 24, 2013 at 11:33 pm

      that is exactly what it is for! Memories shared.

  9. Maryann on March 27, 2013 at 6:30 pm

    Several years ago my mother passed away from Alzheimer’s in a nursing home. I arrived just a few minutes too late to spend the last moments with her and I was all alone. After I spent some time with her and said my goodbyes, I headed out to my car and couldn’t stop crying. As I was getting into my car a woman ran up to me and asked me what was wrong and I told her–she grabbed me in her arms and announced that we were going to pray to Jesus together. She started praying and we just stood there together and a sense of calm came over me and I will never forget the kindness that woman showed to me.

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