Soli Deo Gloria

Job 3 – Job Laments His Birth

He cursed the day of his birth. Let that day perish, be darkness, gloom and darkness claim it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the hear, let that night be barren, let no joyful cry enter it. Curse the day. Let it hope for light and have none, nor see the eyelids of the morning. All because it did not shut the doors of his mother’s womb, nor hide trouble from Job’s eyes. Why did I not die at birth, come out of the womb and expire? Why did knees receive and breasts nurse him? Then he would have lain down and been quiet; I would have slept; then I would have been at rest, with kings, counselors, princes. Why was he not a hidden stillborn child, as infants who never see the light? There the wicked cease from troubling, the weary are at rest. The prisoners are at ease together. The small and great are there, the slave is free from his master. Why is light given to him who is in misery, and life to the bitter soul, who long for death, but it comes not? His sighing comes instead of bread, and his groaning was poured out like water. The thing he feared came upon him. He was not at ease, nor is he quiet; He has no rest, but trouble comes.

When suffering comes our hearts and minds are flooded with thoughts and questions like this. This is part of the process of how God preserves His people as the persevere in the midst of loss and pain. When we walk through the valley of the shadow of death it’s not wrong to be honest with God. He knows what your heart and mind are thinking. He doesn’t want to be left off the hook – go to God in your pain. He is sufficient for you even if you feel like your life is meaningless. Your life isn’t meaningless, and God is sufficient to carry you.


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