One ministry of the Spirit is helping us realize our need for comfort.
Because we tend to feel sad or overwhelmed, and rightly so, and look to so many other things to assuage that grief.
So as I watch the events unfolding in Ukraine, some days it’s just whatever, other days it’s crying hard–and that’s usually when people died.
I read today these words in Zechariah 1:
And the Lord answered the angel who was speaking with me with gracious words, comforting words.
And I thought, I need words like that from You, Lord, too.
And it might not sound like what I think, but may I hear and know Your comfort when you minister it to me.
And I thought about this pregnancy and baby that bomples around inside me … and I thought, what a comfort this baby is to me, to be pregnant during this violent, uncertain, specter-ish time. To have the joy of life.
To watch my kids, and see God comforting me through their childishness, their simplicity, their easy ways of expressing their needs to receive and give love and affection.
I can’t yet puzzle out all the prophetic significance of what’s going on in Ukraine, but receiving comfort–that is something I can grasp. And trusting simply that God has great, eternal purposes working out in all these events, each day. That His mercies are new every morning and His faithfulness reaches to the clouds….