I thought some about comfort today. It began right after I was asked to scoot my seat up in the car so the person behind me could have some extra room.
Usually that would bug me and I would whine about wanting to be comfortable. But today, the view while driving was spectular and the company was good (which actually means we had a tv in the car and the kids weren’t fighting)
For me, comfort comes in the form of mashed potatoes, well worn yoga pants, healthy bank account, safety, freedom, Kleenex, a good friend and a thousand other things that try to fill a hole I can’t.
My mind wandered tonwhat God said about comfort…(it wasn’t his favorite pair of jeans and chocolate)
It was this:
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.” 2 Corinthians 1:3-4
It makes me wonder: When did comfort go from something only met by the Eternal to something only sought by the temporal?
Life isn’t about living it easy. Life is about living it Loved. Knowing that when circumstances get a bit hard, The One that loves you deeply is with you. I think it looks a bit like these …
Comfort.. true, everlasting, unexplainable comfort shows up as the student giving their lunch away to someone that doesn’t have one. Sure their stomach might feel uncomfortable…but their soul feels and gives comfort.
God’s sweet refuge calms the family that shakes up their home and schedule and very existence to bring in kids with no one to love them. He pours comfort upon each person in the most uncomfortable of circumstances
The grown adult that decides not to chase the status that promises social satisfaction, but instead begins to gather the ungathered and give them a glimpse at comfort that only the Lord can give.
Or like what our family saw tonight at our Aunt’s memorial service, Comfort because she is in Heaven. We celebrated her life that she lived because she was a great woman. But even better was that we celebrated and were comforted in her death because she is with Jesus. A month before she died, she accepted Christs sweet and saving gift.
Marsha was not made comfortable in her battle with cancer but she was comforted by Christ.
You and I are not meant to live comfortably…but yet we are overwhelmingly comforted.
I am fairly certain that the sweet and true and faithful comfort that the Lord abundantly gives FAR outweighs mashed potatoes, yoga pants even my freedom and friends. It provides a rich life that is like nothing this world has to offer.
Let’s not strive to live comfortably, but to live Comforted. I imagine life will look differently and God will do some amazing things through us and is us all.