Job 18 It's so hard to give more time to Bildad. But God allows him this space to say what he said, to accuse Job yet again. And if I am weary of the words Bildad utters, how much more was Job weary! And if Job was weary of Bildad's inane diatribe, how much more … Continue reading The Hunt for Words
Sin
Broken and Spilled Out
Job 16 & 17 Every couple of years, I like to contemplate my own demise. When I say "like," I mean I do it, whether I like to or not. When I say "contemplate," I mean I obsess over the inevitable approach of my last breath. When I say "demise," I mean when I exit … Continue reading Broken and Spilled Out
Steadfast
Job 15 Do we get tired of ourselves, the sound of our own voices, the mix-tape on a loop in our brain, accusing, maybe excusing ourselves? Does our inner criticism wear us down? Do the words and opinions of others, even those dear to us, crush us, maybe break us? We have read the accusations … Continue reading Steadfast
Most Miserable
Job 14 God's Word is air and water and bread. I am currently malnourished, dehydrated, and suffocating. How could I let this happen? I understand the vitality of a well-fed soul. Why have I allowed famine to creep in? It happens in small choices, tiny decisions that don't seem important at the time but can … Continue reading Most Miserable
Christina Grubb 