Comfort Out of the Clouds

There came a voice out of the cloud, saying, This is my beloved Son: hear him” (Luke 9:35).
Many of the sweetest revealings of comfort are spoken to God’s children out of the clouds of sorrow. Many a Christian learns more about God in a brief season of trouble than he has learned before in years of earthly prosperity. We would never see the stars if the sun did not go down. We would never see the promises that gem the Bible pages, like stars in the sky, if there were no darkening of the sky of human prosperity and joy. Out of our clouds, too, comes the Father’s voice, saying, “This is my Son.” It is Christ Who comes even in the shadow, Who hides and darkens His face for a time. He is in the center of every cloud.
There is also significance in the message from the cloud: “Listen to him!” We must learn to listen to Christ, and to Him alone. There are mysteries about Christianity – things hard to be understood – but we may safely wait for the solution of these things, meanwhile doing sweetly and quietly the things that Christ bids us do. Hereafter, we shall know.
Rain comes out of clouds; and if there is no rain, all nature suffers. So also, out of sorrow’s clouds, the rain falls, and our lives are enriched thereby.
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God bless you and your family, this day and always.
All for our King’s glory,
Christian
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Comfort for my soul today as I grieve the passing of my father from this world to the next. Though I know he is with Jesus, there is sorrow over lost time and deeds left undone. Sorrow over what might have been if only I had been bolder, braver, more humble. The Lord can still bring beauty from the storm clouds hanging over me, if I will but let Him.
I’m so sorry to hear of your loss, Barbara. I’m praying that the Lord will bring you and your family comfort and peace even out of this dark cloud.
~ Christian