Isaiah 51:12 (NIV)
12 “I, even I, am he who comforts you.
Who are you that you fear mere mortals,
human beings who are but grass,
Who are you that you fear mere mortals,
human beings who are but grass,
There is also comfort in mourning, because in the midst of
mourning God gives a song. His presence in our lives changes our mourning into
song, and that song is a song of comfort. This kind of comfort is the kind
which enabled a devout Englishman to look at a deep dark hole in the ground
where his home stood before the bombing and say, “I always did want a basement.
Now I can jolly well build another house, like I always wanted.” This kind of
comfort is the kind which enabled a young minister’s wife in a church near us
to teach her Sunday school class of girls on the very day of her husband’s
funeral. Her mourning was not the kind which had no hope—it was a mourning of
faith in the goodness and wisdom of God; it believed that our heavenly Father
makes no mistakes.
Thought for today:
Do I know God’s comfort works in the worlds discomfort?
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