I, I am he who comforts you; who are you that you are afraid of man who dies, of the son of man who is made like grass, and have forgotten the Lord, your Maker, who stretched out the heavens . . . and [says] to Zion, 'You are my people'. (Isaiah 51:12-13, 16)
Comfort, comfort my people, says your God. How? A voice cries: In the wilderness prepare the way of the Lord; make straight in the desert a highway for our God. . . And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together, for the mouth of the Lord has spoken. (Isaiah 40:1, 3, 5)
Behold, my servant, whom I uphold, my chosen, in whom my soul delights . . . (Isaiah 42:1)
Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight (read: cares) and the sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God. (Hebrews 12:1-2)
Re-focus. Take your eyes off your cares and put them on the God who is big enough, magnificent enough, loving enough, to handle them for you. Jesus Christ is proof of the profound care of our Almighty God. Meditate on Him and His ways. Remember His past care. Memorize His Word. And let His consolations cheer your very soul.
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