He knows where I live.

Pastor Randall at church today talked about Job. Chapter 23:8-12. Look it up if you like. It’s interesting. We find Job physically down and out, but not his spirit. He had lost everything he had, including his children, and his wife seemed a little less than enthusiastic about his future.

But Job didn’t give up on God. From everyone else’s standpoint, it looked like God had given up on him though. Job expressed that God’s Word was more important to him than eating. Yes, it was a season of testing and at the end of that testing, we find Job repenting and being blessed more than he had ever been before - both physically and spiritually.

It sometimes seems like God has thrown in the towel with us, but he hasn’t. He hasn’t lost our address. He sees us thrashing about like mad fools, yelling and screaming at him and carrying on like people with a death wish. But he knows where we live. He waits. He waits as we become refined, like pure gold, learning lessons in life that need to be learned.

When we do unloving things, he shows us how to love.
When we mess up, he refines us.
When we think we cannot possibly face another day, he appears like an ocean summer breeze and revives our spirits.

Some of my friends, like Job, are experiencing difficult seasons in their lives right now.

Oh, God, keep your address book handy.