Today I was dying to continue reading past chapter 31. I'm just gagging for the part where Job gets God's biggest blessings (oh, um... spoiler alert) and is happy again! I can only imagine what the Father must have been going through during Job's suffering. To know Job's heart and his innocence and love him like, well, a son; and to hear him cry out for help, to know he feels as though his Lord has thrown him "into the mud" (v. 19)... I mean the only one suffering more than Job here is God.
I had no idea how draining it would be to punish my kids. A person just doesn't really think about that when cuddling a tiny little bundle. But holy moly. When I have to punish them and listen to the crying and breaking hearts and the "I thought you loved me!" stuff? No. In those moments I'd happily trade Job his feverish body*. And I'm just me with a shallow kiddie pool of emotional capability compared to God. No doubt the Lord was outside Job's bedroom (although probably not pink and purple like my girls') listening to him wail, so desiring to just make his sadness disappear, but knowing they aren't there just quiiiiiiiite yet.
Again, I'm dying to continue reading. I can't wait for our hero to get some relief. Of course, with the blessings God has in store for him he's got much more than relief coming his way.
*But just the fever. He can keep is peeling skin and sores and destitution. Let's be honest here.