Our Forgotten Comforter

Fear can take over our thoughts,
paralyze our potential, and
push us toward panic.

But the Lord softly whispers...
I am the One who comforts you.

He does not wish that we look around at the temporary, at that which will fade like the mist, or be given up like the grass. Rather He desires we bow in humble adoration. That we recognize at voice which calls from the deep.

He planted it within each of us.
Why do we struggle and resist?
Why to we pull so hard against?

This battle of the wills can only be lost when we choose not to receive all that He offers. It's light and airy, easy and peaceful. It's comfort and grace, love and mercy.

His strong hands stretched out the heavens and laid the foundations that we could stand upon what is solid, what is firm, what is known. Let us not forget the same hand which formed us, unique and special, purposed and planned. Let us not deny the very Maker who continues to hold that hand open to us in grace.

He is patient.
He is kind.
He is gentle.
He is good.

No matter what, this Almighty God, forgotten by many, still longs to comfort those whose backs remain turned to Him. What a loving God He is.