Job

There is currently a thunderstorm outside my window.

I feel like I am related to Job.

My name is Jobe.

I feel his pain. I love this story. I am this story. I am going to write a book about this story.

But for now, I am going to learn to keep my mouth shut about things that I don't understand, and give you, instead, this picture I took a few hours ago in my front yard, which I just happened to take when I happened to witness a hornet-like-creature snatching a cicada out of mid-air. The hornet then proceeded to eat him. Personally, I have never felt sorry for cicadas before. Today, maybe. Perhaps there are some things that I am not wise enough to understand.

If I were brave enough to ask, I'd ask about grasshoppers. But then again, maybe I wouldn't... because my encounters with grasshoppers have given me stories to tell. Funny stories. Stories that comfort other people in times of trouble... which, maybe, just maybe, is the meaning of many things.

But God is incredible, and his wisdom is infinite. Thank you, God.

And thanks, Job, for being in this story.

p.s. (If I ever have a daughter, I'm naming her Jemimah.)

Job 39:20

I should also add that as I was reading, I noticed a single pencil mark notation I had made in my Bible a long, long time ago. It was just a single pink arrow pointing to this verse: "I myself made her foolish and without common sense." (Job 39:17).

2 Chronicles 23:8 to 2 Chronicles 32:33

This passage struck a chord with me:  "About this same time, Hezekiah got sick and was almost dead. He prayed, and the Lord gave him a sign that he would recover. But Hezekiah was so proud that he refused to thank the Lord for everything he had done for him. This made the Lord angry, and he punished Hezekiah and the people of Judah and Jerusalem. Hezekiah and the people later felt sorry and asked the Lord to forgive them. So the Lord did not punish them as long as Hezekiah was king." (2 Chronicles 32:24-26)

If you know nothing else about me, know that I am a fibromyalgia and CFS survivor. About ten years ago, I became very sick, and "was almost dead." During those hard years, I remember praying a lot to God, asking Him to heal me. And then, He did. And then, I stopped praying so much.

And so, starting right now, I want to take this opportunity to publicly thank my Lord God for everything He has done for me. He's done absolutely incredible things for me, and I am ever grateful.

I am sorry, Lord, for sometimes forgetting all You've done for me, and for only turning to You when I need help. Thank You, God, for doing all these wonderful things... and thank you for BEING wonderful. I should praise You every day, all the time. You deserve no less.

2 Chronicles 25:8

CFS

Chronic Fatigue Syndrome... Chicken Fried Steak... definitely more grateful for one of these today than the other.