Eating For Comfort
Late at night when the children are in bed, asleep. I want to eat.
I may have a bowl of cereal that reminds me of shared cereal bowls with my brother as a child. I may make a batch of buttered popcorn that reminds me of eating popcorn with my family on Sunday nights watching The Ed Sullivan Show. I may eat a bowl of strawberries with whipped cream that reminds me of living in the Santa Cruz mountains in California.
I am not really hungry. Okay, I am not hungry at all. But, I want to eat something. I want to remind myself of someone I love. I want to remind myself of a happy time before my parents lived in separate houses and my mom had a new last name. I want to remember a place that I lived with a creek in the backyard and a best friend an eight minute walk away up a steep hill.
Tonight when the lights are turned out and the house is asleep I will remember that whoever comes to Him will never go hungry, and whoever believes in Him will never go thirsty. The empty place I try to fill with food can only be filled with Him.
About Pamela Hodges
My name is Pamela Hodges. I am a writer and an artist. I write to encourage and to bring laughter. I paint cats, draw cartoons and write books for children and grown ups.