Did Job Get More?

I won't deny that there have been several times when I felt exactly like Job - except for the sores on the body part. Although, if you want to get technical, there are immense physical aches and pains that accompany extreme levels of emotional trauma.

I reread the end of Job again tonight because a family member reminded me of Job's story today. Job suffered unspeakable misery and trials. He came out of it and was later immensely blessed by the Lord. I'll admit that I sometimes, no frequently, really wonder if the Lord wants to or intends to bless me and my family. I know that I do have a lot to be thankful for in a time when many people are wanting but still, is anyone really going to argue that we've suffered one of those horrible tragedies that people normally only read about? The thing I was told today was that even though God blessed Job more than he had before his troubles, he did not restore to him what he had lost. Job did not get his dead children back.

I am not going to get my mom back. Will God still bless me? I hope so. Will he bless me more than before? As someone who is struggling with many complications in life and has been for a few years, I certainly hope so, but I don't know that my faith is strong enough yet to hope for that.

Thankfulness

I made it through today. I cooked most of Thanksgiving dinner, acted as hostess, made homemade lump-free gravy and cleaned up from the huge dinner all without my mom...but I missed her to pieces.

I've had a lot to be thankful for lately. A book party I hosted provided a bunch of free books that I can use for Christmas and birthday presents for my children. While we were sick with a nasty virus we had three meals provided for us and a small grocery run. Despite the potential for being overwhelmed by this holiday, I made it through relatively unscathed. I am so thankful for that. Now on to the Luke's first birthday...

Yes, it was a tough week

I could lie and pretend it wasn't a tough week, but what's the point? The redeeming fact was that the anniversary of the day after the accident, the 29th (aka the anniversary of the worst day of my life), was amazingly peaceful. Some of it could have been that I was prepared for it to be difficult and so when things went well that day it seemed like a bonus. However, I honestly believe that I was so surrounded by prayer that day that I was able to have the best day of my week. The grace of God was clearly at work. The rest of the week, well, it could have been better and the weekend was a disaster, little sleep, frustration, irrational anger, tears...

But to those who prayed and who have been praying, thank you.