Welcome to the Streams of Comfort Blog! We are a Christian-based writing community that hopes to provide comfort through various creative streams. Each month we will have a topic that inspires our posts. Posts will include various types of writing, from poetry to short stories, and more. New posts will be available every Friday morning!
I love September. It’s the start of fall, my favorite season. Some things I always associate with fall are pumpkins, fluffy blankets, and falling leaves. The best things in life, really. On the flip side I also associate fall with the beginnings of less sunlight and the anxieties that come with the start of holiday

My post this week is an ode to patience. I pray that you rely on God to strengthen you, when you feel your resolve to wait patiently weakens. Patience, you soar on the wings of the morning,Perseverance your song,Maturity your destination.Even though you fly before us,We often leave you behind,For it is difficult to fly

Take note of the quiet in the never-ending stillnessThose days of lasting illness.Let the trumpets sound and the bells toll for pain and lossThat fragile breath that does nothing but emboss.–In my heart.I had yearned for you to hearMy cries too tender for your ears.Take heart that I was always too empty and tiredMy whispers
August is a five week month, so we will be having a special post for the final week! Both Alice and I will be posting a poem on the topic of patience. One poem in the form of an Ode and the other an Elegy. We hope that you are inspired to dive deeper into

This dialogue explores what patience can realistically look like. I think oftentimes we view patience as mostly internal and do not give much thought to the external. I like to think of patience as a total body experience where you are strengthened against the strain of negative emotions. With it guiding us to act peacefully

There’s a story here.Written in harsh wordsAnd scratched out lines.My pencil breaks writingAbout the momentsI let myself down.Turn the pageTurn the pageFasterI begged.No response.I wasn’t born impatientWas I?Try as I mightI couldn’t lift a grain of dustMy soul felt that weak.I wanted a fantasyWhere I could turn to any pageAnd read the endingBefore I start.Even

In all our haste towards the end,We forget to breathe.An ill-fated fait acompli.The hot, bright anger we hold,Will not shake its hold on us.Blinding us from a better way.Though wise men say to wait,Until the storm passes.It never does.Yet, the Holy Spirit who clothes us in grace,Allows patience to bloom.Calming the storm.In all our haste
We are entering into our 7th month for the Streams of Comfort blog! We hope that our writing has been able to encourage and provide comfort to you in meaningful ways. Our topic for this month is patience. In life most things take time, and waiting can be extremely uncomfortable and discouraging. Our bodies themselves