The Comforter

I gave my comforter away just now, complete with matching rug.
Gave it to Rebekah, an angel that has inspired and encouraged me and made me laugh in the midst of life's looming indecisions.
She was the precise recipient for what I can only describe as God's provision.

TMH, Thompson Markward Hall, (the women's dorm in which I currently reside), provides a basic bed-covering- a rough equivalent to what you'd find at a budget hotel.
It does the job.

My first week here, my devoted friend Lea ventured forth with me to Target and there, lo and behold, a matching rug and comforter found their way off the clearance shelf and into my shopping cart. They have brought me much delight and warmth these last months as a daily reminder of God's lavished love- providing more than is required- more than we could ask or imagine.

Since Wednesday the problem of "What to do with my comforter and rug?" has plagued me. And then tonight- in an instant- resolution.

She came to my room to record her email address and I sent her away with a rug and a comforter. I instucted her to do the same, when she goes.

No one stays at TMH for too long; they can't- they don't allow it.
It's a great place to live, but it is more of a way-station than anything.
Not unlike my comforter- supplied for such a time as this and no more.

I've passed it along now- and my room seems sparse once more.
It's nearing time to go and the room depicts it.