Entry 12

I wonder about Job.

Did Job have anything to be thankful for?

His children — gone.

His riches — gone.

His relationship with his spouse — gone.

His dreams, plans, and endevours — no doubt, gone.

His relationship with God — on the rocks, probably feeling gone, too.

If I was Job, what could I find to be thankful for? An occasional breeze. Ashes to sit in and express my sorrow. A roof over my head. A God who can handle all the wretchedness of my heart poured out.

No matter how bad a situation, there’s always something to be thankful for. Not even Job was forsaken of all goodness.

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Entry 12