i haven’t been able to get Job 13:15 out of my head since i first talked to my crying mumsie. “Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.”
it seems pointless. it seems stupid. it makes me mad and all the more confused. why Christian? why did the Lord allow him to be taken?
i’ve been challenged by the blind trust these situations require. there comes a point where you have to choose to trust that God is in control, that God has a plan, that He is good, and that He is the Redeemer. it makes Job all the more a real person to me. he was able to look at his wrecked life — a life that may have seemed destitute to everyone else — and continue to praise God. though God allowed everything to be taken away Job was still declaring, “my Redeemer lives”.
and it’s true. He does live and He does know what’s going on. He permits things to happen that confuses and frustrates me, but it’s in those times that i know won’t get the answers i want. i can be content knowing that He holds the world in the palm of His hand, that He knows the number of our days, that nothing happens without Him allowing it, and that He truly is our Redeemer.
and somehow that’s what brings the most comfort.