It occurs to me that above all else, the blessed ones in this life are the ones who reach out and offer the quiet gift of comfort.
Of reassurance, of taking time to notice, of hearing.
Such a warm, golden, often-overlooked treasure.
How long has it been since you've comforted another?
[Image from here. The girl in the picture needs a sandwich. Even a cracker might help. Some comfort food? Just saying.]