I started reorganizing my guest room today. It was just fine before I started, but I want
it to be better, and today was the day I felt moved to get going on it. When my husband came home I explained what I
had been doing; I began, “I started cleaning out the guest room” (he barely
heard me). “You know how sometimes
things have to get worse before they
can get better?” (He looked up, “No.”) “Yes!”
I said, “Yes, that’s how it works and that’s where we are with the guest
room.” (Here I’m giving my biggest, most
charming smile to no avail.)
Job, Job, Job. Life
is just going to get worse before it gets better, isn’t it? His other friends have chimed in now and I’ve
got to say, I really feel for them.
These boys are doing the best they can, but Job just discredits their every
point because their lives are so cushy in comparison. I can’t blame the guy, of course he’s
miserable, but if I didn’t know how this story ends I’d be worrying that Job is
about to ostracize every friend he has.
Have we learned nothing from SNL?
Nobody wants to hang with a Debbie Downer.
There are some awesome verses in these chapters. My
favorites are:
8:21 “He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your
lips with shouts of joy”
11:14-15 “… if you put away the sin that is in your hand and
allow no evil to dwell in your tent, then, free of fault, you will lift up your
face; you will stand firm and without fear…”
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