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The God of Comfort

“As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you…” – Isaiah 66:13

Oftentimes, when people face challenges, they seek comfort in things that are familiar. It may be work, an activity, or a relationship; and of course, we all know about “comfort food.” But those things only bring temporary comfort. True comfort is found in a personal relationship with God in heaven.

According to Webster’s dictionary, comfort means to give strength and hope; to ease grief or trouble. No matter what difficulty you may be facing today, God wants to bring you comfort. Like a mother cares for her child, He longs to give you strength, hope and confidence.

Today, make the decision to put Him first in every area of your life. Let go of those things you know are holding you back. Let Him bring you comfort by allowing Him to be Lord over all the areas of your heart. As you surrender to His grace, you will be filled with His peace and joy. You’ll receive His comfort and be empowered to overcome in every area of your life!

A Bouquet for Mother

A Bouquet for Mother

Honour your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the earth which the Lord your God is giving you. Exodus 20:12

A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be couriered to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.

As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.

He asked her what was wrong and she replied, “I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother. But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars.”

The man smiled and said, “Come on in with me. I’ll buy you a rose.” He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother’s flowers.

As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home. She said, “Yes, please! You can take me to my mother.”

She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.

The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the courier, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother’s house.

Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My Beloved Mother.

Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, Hundreds of bees in the purple clover, Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, But only one mother the wide world over.

Motherhood is priced Of God, At price, no man may dare to derive Or lessen or misunderstand.

Parents are a priced gift from God: value them, even the Bible declares a blessing on honouring your parents.

Bouquet, Mother

Mother’s Day

When God Created Mothers

When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of “overtime”when the angel appeared and said. “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”

And God said, “Have you read the specs on this order?”She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts…all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands.”

The angel shook her head slowly and said. “Six pairs of hands…. no way.”

“It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,”God remarked,
“it’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”

“That’s on the standard model?”asked the angel. God nodded.

“One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ‘What are you kids doing in there?’ when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. ‘I understand and I love you’ without so much as uttering a word.”

“God,”said the angel touching his sleeve gently, “Get some rest tomorrow….”

“I can’t,”said God, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick…can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger…and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower.”

The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,”she sighed.

“But tough!”said God excitedly. “You can imagine what this mother can do or endure.”

“Can it think?”

“Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise,”said the Creator.

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.

“There’s a leak,”she pronounced. “I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model.”

“It’s not a leak,”said the Lord, “It’s a tear.”

“What’s it for?”

“It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride.”

“You are a genius, “said the angel.

Somberly, God said, “I didn’t put it there.”
Happy Mother’s Day.