Well Then...

I was going to write a Pity Party Post about my newly discovered hiatal hernia and all the infininte joy it is bringing to my life, but I stumbled across a document I wrote at least a couple years ago whilst trying to organize the chaos that is "My Documents".

Here it is.


I’ve been thinking a lot about faith lately. It seems to be popping up everywhere. The old hymn Trust and Obey is one that I haven’t heard sung in over a decade, yet that song is constantly running through my head. “Trust and Obey, for there’s no other way, to be happy in Jesus, but to Trust and Obey.”

My Bible study is going through the life of Job. He was a man of faith. His life that was once full and amazing was turned to a desolate waste. His children were killed, his wealth disintegrated. His health rapidly deteriorated, and his wife turned against him.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t acknowledge his life sucked. He knew it. He felt it. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about it. He never pretended to know why tragedy befell him. He did however, accept it. He felt that God was God, and that was enough for him. He gives and takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord.


He didn’t rationalize, he didn’t analyze. He just knew God was God and He would do whatever He would do. He was content knowing he was a mere man, unequal to God. He didn’t feel he had the right to know God’s mind or to question His ways. Who was he to ask God, “What are you doing?!”

He had faith. But not necessarily faith that God would bring good out of a situation, not even faith that everything would work out alright. He simply had faith God knew what He was doing; and as the Almighty God He would work it all out according to His purpose.
What faith is this that trusts in God’s plan even when it brings pain and suffering with it? What kind of faith can accept the harshness of life and remain humble to God’s supreme authority? I want it. I want that kind of faith. To be able to say no matter what happens, no matter what situations, no matter tragedy, unfairness, or loss: You Are God. I want that to be enough for me.


I don't even know what to say to that. Be careful what you ask for?! But really, this is what I have been clinging to. God is God. In the midst of confusion and pain, in the middle of being broken down and in a desolate, dark place, I have a found an absolute, unshakeable truth. God is God. And it is enough for me.


  1. Very profound. Isn't it amazing the things we find when we aren't really looking for them?
    Good old "My Documents."


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