Oh, the comfort that flows from you now!
And… where has that comfort come from?
Was it born in the sunshine of soft green meadows?
Or, was it born with the wind and the rain of some holocaust whipping and tearing at you?
(We know.)
Many in My church have become rich, spoiled, and pampered. They like ease and pleasure. They have come to believe it is their right.
(Not you child.)
Do you hear Me?
I have plans for you and they don’t involve getting comfortable. That is not where comfort flows.
You are My spokesman to the hurting and hopeless. You will never find the comfort they need lolling around soft green meadows.
(I know.)
Yes, I allow resting places.
You shall always have those.
(I am a Faithful Shepherd.)
But, you shall also always have storms.
(Not exactly what you wanted to hear.)
I have My way in the whirlwind and the raging storm. (Nahum 1:3) Selah.
Your storms make you who you are. They bring expanse and magnification.
You are Mine. (Isaiah 43:1)
(Selah, Sweet Heart.)
Comfort, oh, comfort my people…
(Come, I hear the sound of a mighty rain.)
“Comfort, Oh, comfort my people, says your God.” Isaiah 40:1
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