A Moment in Job

I know it's not more than I can handle. God promised not to do that. But I admit I've come to my point of weakness. I admit I've fallen far short of being humanly capable of handling all that I'm facing.

Dear blog friends, I've come to you countless times before to pour out my heart, to share words of encouragement, to give you testimonies of God's goodness. Here I am before you with a humble and broken heart, living only on the daily manna that is being provided to sustain me - one moment at a time. I've allowed you into my life, to rejoice in the joys, sorrow in the pains, and to live life with me via this technological "ministry."

I come to you now as open and honest as I've ever been, pouring out my heart - not in a self-serving manner, but simply because in my weakness I am praying He will be my strength.

I don't dare count my life to be 'full of trials." On the contrary, I've been blessed beyond what I deserve, enjoying His goodness and lavish love. Now I find myself seeking - His face, not His hand. Not asking for a blessing, but praying for His annointing.

I find myself in Job, who wouldn't after facing trial after trial, and I'm reminded of His promises.

"Can you fathom the mysteries of God? (No, I surely can't)
Can you probe the limits of the Almighty? (I'm so thankful He's limitless)
They are higher than the heavens - what can you do? (Apart from Him, absolutely nothing.)
They are deeper than the depths of the grave - what can you know? (I can't even comprehend...)
Their measure is longer than the earth and wider than the sea."
Job 11:7-9


I wrote a week ago I wasn't asking "Why, God?" but "What, God?" I admit, now I'm feeling like whatever it is I'm supposed to be learning I pray I learn it quickly and without anymore "hard" lessons. And yet I'm also mindful that whatever it is, it's big enough that God has "trusted" me with the trial. I now pray He will turn my trial into my testimony. I pray that He will use this to reach others. I pray that He will use this to show His glory. I begin to construct my altar - stone on top of stone - laying the rocks that mark the trials, each serving as a reminder of His goodness, mercy and grace.


"You will surely forget your trouble, recalling it only as waters gone by. Life will be brighter than noonday, and darkness will become like morning. You will be secure because there is hope..." Job 11:16-17, 18a


I have a note in the margin beside this verse to refer back to Isaiah 43:2, "When you pass through the waters, I will be with you."

What I want to remember is not the trouble I endured but the Trusted One who saw me through. What I want to build an altar on is the assurance that I am secure because of His hope. What I want to see is not the darkness of the unknown but the Light of the One leading me through the Valley of the shadow of death.


I admit my weakness as I share this lesson, but most of all I covet your prayers. I'm also mindful that while you share in my sufferings and sympathize with my pain, I don't want anyone to feel as though they should help remove this "thorn." Rather, I pray you will walk with me as brothers and sisters in Christ, knowing that where two or more are gathered, He is in our midst. Sometimes I don't know what to pray, so I'm counting on you to send up the prayers on my behalf.

Please pray for my mom as she's in the hospital in Miami, having a procedure done tomorrow to hopefully find and fix the internal bleeding. If all goes well, pray they can return on Thursday.