Life sucks sometimes. It’s kind of just “part of life” but what do you expect when we live our lives as broken people, in a broken world. There are times when I get so overwhelmed by what is happening to me, that I lose this big picture. Basically, everything revolves around me so, of course, life sucks. But what I LOVE about the God that I serve is the constant (sometime bombarding) reminders that my life is amazing and blessed and my fervid emotions engendering problems where these is no need for one.
I’m reading Job right now and despite my phone not cooperating with me and highlighting the verses I wanted to bookmark, I remember the point that God revealed to me this morning. (impressive isn’t it? I’m hoping it is proof that my retention is beginning to reestablish itself as I am in the process of studying for the GRE–so if you notice any odd use of words, that’s my excuse). SO what God showed me this morning…
So if you’ve forgotten or never knew, Job is about a man who loves God and who God has abundantly blessed. This is set in way early Genesis time frame by the way (if you cared). ANYWAY, Satan comes along and God points out how great Job is; how he honors God and loves him. Satan’s response is kind of along the same lines as “well, duh!” (I have a couple other phrases that I’ve heard as well that may be more appropriate from the mouth of Satan but I try to refrain from speaking them from my mouth…or typing them as the case may be). Satan says OF COURSE he loves and serves you, look at his life! He’s loaded! So God allows Satan to take everything from Job. Literally everything. All of his livestock, his servants, even his children. Everything. This is the point that me, in my broken human self, justify being mad at God. But Job was so much better than I will ever be. Proof is in one simple, albeit powerful sentense.
“Job stood up and tore his robe in grief. Then he shaved his head and fell to the ground to worship.” (Job 1:20)
He grieves, but his response is to worship.
When I am grieving, do I listen to the canard of the world, falling victim to it’s deception? Or do I listen to the constant truth that God has and trust his panoptic view?
On that same note, I fell in love with a song last month that was the catalyst for this post. I heard it for the first time while driving to Pensacola and had forgotten all about it until my sister posted in on Facebook. Listen to the words. Listen to their truth. Worship.