POOR JOB
Today's reading: Job 3-4

"I cannot eat for sighing; my groans pour out like water." Job 3:24 NLT

Poor Job.

His children have died.

His servants have been killed.

His business ventures have stolen by his enemies or have gone up in smoke.

He sits for seven days among friends in his sackcloth and ashes, racked with sobs, attempting to figure out why all of this has happened.

He doesn't know what to say. He cannot form words at this point. His mind is torn between all that he feels and the simple truths that he knows.

Maybe you've been at that point.

Nothing you could say, if you could say anything, would fix it, help it or correct it.

Satan would like us to believe it is at this point we are hopeless.

Satan lies!

God hears us.

He especially hears when the words won't flow, the prayers won't come out and the hurt is immense.

God hears us.

He hears when the sobs are from your gut, when the utterances are between screams and the prayers stop at, 'God...'.

God hears us.

As surely as God heard Job, God hears us.

Keep sobbing. Keep groaning. Keep crying. Keep falling to your knees. Keep calling out His name.