Quotes About Comfort

She told Catty about Serena's late-night visit while they made breakfast burritos with red and green chili peppers, eggs, and cheese, and drank champurrados , a frothy mixture of water, cornmeal, chocolate, and cinnamon.

She loved her room. She had window seats and shutters, flowered wallpaper, and a bed with too many pillows. Her mother called the decor "romance and drama," and said the room looked like it belonged to a fairy princess.

They looked for one another when nothing else was happening, the way you pick up a magazine or look in the cupboard for a snack. Not exactly by accident and not exactly on purpose. You could go out in the world and do new things and meet new people, and then you could come home and just sit on the stoop with someone you had never not known, and watch lightning bugs blink on and off.

Every rational being she believed must have some purpose in life beyond mere pleasure for pleasure's sake. Enjoyment without settled principles, laudable purposes, mental exertions, internal comfort, were meaningless, and how are these to be acquired in the hurry and tumult of the world?

I know that sounds weird, but it's hard to be scared or even angry at a guy in Spider-Man pajamas,"- Greg

These seasons of suffering are not for nothing. They will grow you. They will shape you. They will soften you. They will allow you to experience God's comfort and compassion. But you will find life-giving purpose and meaning when you allow God to take your painful experiences and comfort others. You will be able to share a unique hope because you know exactly what it feels like to be them.

We think we want comfort in the I-don't-know times of life. But comfort isn't a solution to seek; rather, it's a by-product we'll reap when we stay close to the Lord. What if the comfort and certainties we crave today are a deadly recipe for complacency that will draw our hearts further and further away from God?

I love the thought that God is in our midst and that He will quiet me by His love.

He waits every day with every answer we need, every comfort we crave, every affection we're desperate for, while we look everywhere else but at Him.

It's easy to live loved when I feel loved.

Why did this happen? Because there's someone else in the world who would drown in their own tears if not for seeing yours.

God, I want Your truth to be the loudest voice in my life. Correct me. Comfort me. Come closer still. And I will trust. God, You are good at being God.

You are my fortress. A fortress is a strong, high place. It's the place You lift me so fear can no longer have access to me. Fear can't catch what it can no longer reach. What a comfort this is. You lift me high like this when I lift my soul in worship of Your holy name.

To deny my feelings any voice is to rob me of being human. But to let my feelings be the only voice will rob my soul of healing perspectives with which God wants to comfort me and carry me forward.

But Jesus doesn't refuse to reach out to us in the middle of hurts and heartbreaks and mess-ups.

Comfort isn't a solution to seek; rather, it's a by-product we'll reap when we stay close to the Lord.

Comfort zones don't have to be comfortable--they're just familiar. It's where you feel like you belong. And, where you feel you belong is where you will stay.

God will lead us, comfort us, guide us, walk with us, prepare the best for us, and continue filling us with such lavishness that we're not just full but overflowing.

God is interested in my character, not my comfort.

But even in the darkest parts, I have immediate access to Him.

Isn't it interesting that Jesus seemed to speak most intimately to people who were lonely?

To add even more drama to my announcement, I concluded by saying that after they got ready for bed they should go sit on their beds and moan… for the Bible says that the Holy Spirit will lift up prayers on our behalf if all we can do is moan. "So the Holy Spirit will be tucking you into bed tonight. I am

famine and cry out for comfort and security. We may even turn back to the mud puddles we left behind. All the while, ahead of us are the pure rushing waters our souls were designed to dive into. A sweet place of complete trust in God, great faith, and dreams come true is out there. And inside of us something calls us to dive in and experience the riches of the deep.

We can press through the pains of the famine and find comfort in knowing that God has a good plan even in our discomfort.