Shall a faultfinder contend with the Almighty? He who argues with God, let him answer it.
Then Job answered the LORD and said: "Behold, I am of small account; what shall I answer you?"
Excerpts taken from Job 38,39 and 40.
God never did reveal to Job why he encountered hardship. The enemy took the time of hardship to spew out lies.
Sometimes this happens in my thoughts . . . though my hardships do not measure up to Job's in the slightest . . . .
The Lie: This is only going to get worse.
Truth: Do not be anxious for tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself.
The Lie: You could be enjoying your children more if it were not for this. Precious time is slipping away while you waste it, here, hindered by this pain.
The Truth: This pain is helping me keep my eyes on what lasts for eternity. Eternity will have no end and there, with a perfect body, I will enjoy not only my family but the Lord Jesus.
The Lie: This is bad timing. Why did God allow this now? With small children?
The Truth: Without these small children I would never force myself out of bed. I would lie there in pain feeling sorry for myself. Their needs and their faces are God's great mercy.
The Lie: God isn't going to help you get well. It's just part of living in a fallen world, and He allowed it to fall.
This lie is the one that led my husband to read out of Job to me.
The Truth: I am of small account. How can I question the Lord? I do not understand how the earth was made and the mysteries of sin, free will, grace, predestination, and forgiveness. If I understood, I would be God.
I do know that, as I wake each morning, beside me is a man who has loved me like Jesus loves. I wake to the pattering feet of children who love life and have no fear of war, hunger, or cold. I awake in a beautiful home that the Lord granted to us. I awake as one who is redeemed. Not because of my works, or faith, strength, or lack of faltering. But simply because He died for me. And He loves me.
And I know deeply that I am rich.