A holy man…


Job is one of my favorite books of the bible. Weird, hunh?
I think I have read through the book of Job more than any other book of the bible. Maybe this one and Revelation. Two of my favorite books. And the more I read them, the more I get out them. My journey through the bible has now brought me back to Job.

Job didn’t even write this book but he is one famous man. It’s almost like the Good Samaritan. You know about him. You know about his story. You know the famous scripture: verse 21

“The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.”

Job was an incredibly holy man. Back in the day (his days…) the dad (or Patriarch) was in charge of the family’s church. Job probably raised his kids to praise and honor the Lord. To make certain sacrifices when they sinned and to obey. Job would go and sacrifice to God for his kids. Just in case they thought bad thoughts and sinned against the Lord. Holy. Holier than thou…. (meaning me!)

The verse that I love in Chapter 1 is verse five where it says:

“And it was so, when the days of their feasting were gone about, that Job sent and sanctified them and rose up early in the morning and offered burnt offerings according to the number of them all; for Job said, It may be that my sons have sinned an cursed God in their hearts. Thus did Job continually.”

I’ve been following Good Morning Girls and their guide to reading the bible. They’ve come out with some awesome journal/study guides and they have questions each day. Chapter one’s question was asking what are ways that I keep faithful in the bad times? I’m supposed to be thankful for those times as well, right? So…

I don’t think I am. Thankful that is. I am sometimes. But when God gives me over to bad things? I’m probably the first to be depressed and curse life. (Thankfully God hasn’t killed me…) You know what; it depends on who is with me. Like if something happens in my life that is hectic and crazy I can be the friend who freaks out or I can be the friend who holds it all together. If I need to be the friend who holds it all together I am the ultimate optimist. Nothing can get me down and I’ll name things to remind us of the good things God has done/given us.

There is one thing in my life I think it’s tough being a optimist about. I  want more kids and a bigger house (to hold those kids!).
I’m truly thankful that I have a house now. I’m thankful I’m not homeless and I’m thankful we have air conditioning!
I have to learn to be an optimist, but how?

I digress…
Holy man.
Thank you Lord for giving me awesome parents who took me church and showed me Your love.

I need to make sure I keep on asking God to help me through those dark thoughts and to help me mature in His word and knowledge. I have to focus on the bigger picture. God has plans for me. Not to harm me, but for me to prosper. (Thank you Jeremiah…. and God)

He alone with give me my peace. No worldly items and no person will fill me up. Only God.