The Psalms (and Bridgerton Wrapped Me In A Blanket Today)

On holy words, soft places, and skipping around in your comfort shows when you’re deep in your feels.

Some days, I don’t need a sermon.
I don’t need a solution.
I don’t even need advice.

I just need to feel held.

And on those days, I go to the Psalms.

Not because I want a theological unpacking or a verse to embroider on a throw pillow. I go because something about them feels like a worn-in blanket. A blanket that’s known every version of me: the calm one, the cranky one, the soul-spent-and-barely-holding-it-together one.

There’s a rhythm in the Psalms that feels like breathing.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted…”
“He makes me lie down in green pastures…”
“Out of the depths I cry to you…”

They don’t rush me.
They don’t fix me.
They just sit beside me and say, You’re not crazy. You’re human. And you’re loved.

But not every blanket has to be woven with scripture.

Sometimes, when I’m in my feels, I open my comfort show and skip to my favorite scenes like a child running straight to dessert.

For me, that might mean:

A Discovery of Witches — magic, love, time travel, and eyeliner that makes me feel something
Yellowstone — because who doesn’t want to disappear into wide open land and family drama from a safe distance
One Tree Hill — high school heartbreaks and soulful soundtracks that still hit
Dawson’s Creek — the angst, the boats, the sweaters, the way no teenager actually talked
Bridgerton — the corsets, the chaos, the slow-burn love stories that somehow always end with soft piano covers of pop songs

These shows aren’t “deep.” But they’re familiar. And in a world where everything feels loud and sharp, they let me soften. They let me rest.

I think that’s what we’re all craving—whether you’re faith-filled, faith-curious, or just figuring it out.
Something soft.
Something that makes us feel seen without having to earn it.
Something that says, You’re not alone.

So yes, for me, it’s the Psalms. And it’s tea.
And matzo ball soup.
And my kid’s hand in mine.
And sometimes it’s watching Beth Dutton destroy someone with words and walking away like a queen.

If you’re someone who’s trying to heal, hold it all together, and still feel something — then maybe you need a blanket too. Emotional or otherwise.

So here’s your permission slip:
You don’t have to be wise today.
You don’t have to be inspiring.
You can read one Psalm. Or rewatch Season 1 of Bridgerton for the third time.
You can toast a bagel and call it sacred. Because maybe it is.

Today, I’m rereading Psalm 46: “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.”
And also rewatching the One Tree Hill episode that still makes me cry, even though I know exactly how it ends.

What’s your “blanket thing”? A verse, a show, a snack, a sound?

I’d love to know.

With Love,
J