Did anyone fall into this scenario?
[Job 9:17] For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.
[Breaketh - His present miseries, which G-d had brought him into notwithstanding his integrity, gave him too sensible a conviction that, in the ordering and disposing of men's outward condition in this world, G-d acts by sovereignty. Though He never does wrong to any, yet He does not ever give full right to all (that is, the best do not always fare best, or the worst fare worst) in this life, because He reserves the full and exact distribution of rewards and punishments for the future state.
Tempest - Every man must expect the wind to blow upon him and ruffle him, but Job was broken with a tempest. Every man, in the midst of these thorns and briers, must expect to be scratched.
Wounds - Job was wounded, and his wounds were multiplied. Every man must expect a cross daily, and to taste sometimes of the bitter cup.
Cause - Not simply without any desert of his, but without any special cause of such singular afflictions; and peculiar and extraordinary guilt, such as his friends charged him with.]
[18] He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
[Breath - My pains are continual, and I have not as much as a breathing time free from them.
Bitterness – he was a product of what someone else sowed.
On the one hand, there are many who are chargeable with more sin than the common infirmities of human nature, and yet feel no more sorrow than that of the common calamities of human life. So, on the other hand, there are many who feel more than the common calamities of human life and yet are conscious to themselves of no more than the common infirmities of human nature.]
Do you feel like you keep getting hit by the storms of life?
Wounds upon wounds, being multiplied without much breathing time to free yourself from them?
May we stand as strong and steadfast as Job, for this is all but a test and trials we go through. In short, it is folly to contend with G-d, and our wisdom, as well as duty, to submit to Him and throw ourselves at His feet.
4 comments:
Against the just th' Almighty's arrows fly,
For he delights the innocent to try,
To show their constant and their Godlike mind,
Not by afflictions broken, but refined.
They are but trials, designed for your honour and benefit, and, if God be pleased with you, let not you be displeased; if he laugh at the trial of the innocent, knowing how glorious the issue of it will be, at destruction and famine let you also laugh, and triumph over your accusers, saying, O death! where is thy sting?
yes! sometimes i feel like i were in a tempest but i also beleive evetually i'll get out of it and put on a mountain top to enjoy, after my season of being stretched, i much rather embrace my mountain top experiances because i don't like being made into His image , although i ask for that all the time.
I like this one a lot! Good job.
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