
Isaiah 40:7-8
Everyone is looking for something steady to lean on. Some trust relationships, some trust success, some trust luxuries. But sooner or later, every one of us discovers that even our best sources of comfort have cracks. Grass fades. Flowers fall. Even the people we love most can let us down.
We live in a culture that quietly preaches its own gospel: the gospel of comfort. It tells us that stress is bad, struggle means stop, and anything that doesn’t feel good must not be good for us. That message would work beautifully if we lived in paradise. But we don’t.
Expecting this world to feel like utopia is like stepping onto a dented, rattling bus and demanding it ride like a luxury coach. Every bump feels like betrayal. Every jolt feels personal. You end up cursing the coffee that spills in your lap instead of recognizing the simple truth: the bus is broken.
The Christian story begins with honesty. This world is cracked. It’s where sin and sorrow grow. Read Genesis 3. And if you expect a broken world to behave like a perfect one, you’ll always be disappointed. But if you accept reality for what it is, you stop being shocked by the bumps. You put your coffee in a thermos. You learn to cope. You realize the problem isn’t the bumps; it’s the expectation that they shouldn’t exist.
So don’t stake your comfort in things that can’t hold it. Lift your eyes higher. Anchor your hope in God’s Word. Because from the very beginning, God has had a plan. He hasn’t abandoned the bus. He’s taken the wheel. He’s steering history toward restoration, and his workshop is fully equipped to repair everything that’s broken.
That’s why the shepherds rejoiced at the birth of Jesus (Luke 2:8-20). The baby in the manger wasn’t impressive by human standards. He couldn’t speak or walk or perform miracles. But he was the sign that God had kept his promise. The Savior had come. Hope entered the world. “The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the LORD blows on it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.” (Isaiah 40:7–8, ESV)
Make comfort your god, and you’ll spend your life cursing the bumps, the people around you, and the world itself. But worship the One who came to set things right, and you’ll find a strength that doesn’t depend on circumstances. As one writer put it, “The paradox stands that emotional health is caught when indirectly sought.” Chase comfort, and it slips through your fingers. Seek God, and you receive him with comfort thrown in.








