My bro, Job

Tonight's chapel service wasn't all too nurturing for me. The songs' lyrics didn't seem to fit me well right now ("I'm accepted, you were condemned...". I'm not really very accepted right now seeing as how I'm locked up away from the world.) The message was geared toward non-Christians about the dangers of not accepting the Gospel and Christ into their lives. I've been through the acceptance of Christ and have no intentions of turning away from that relationship.


In my personal reading I'm in the middle of Job. I read through Job about a year ago and got some encouragement out of it as I commiserated with him in his circumstances of misfortune. Now, a year later, I'm tired of the suffering and really don't want to dwell on it any longer. Through the day I experience joy and use this journal to vent frustrations. I feel like I'm just in a never-ending mud football game and haven't had the chance to get away from all the scheming to wash off and return to life.

Job, I may not have fallen as far as you, but I'm with you, bro. I'm just as sick of suffering as you are.

"...Shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?"
In all this, Job did not sin in what he said.
Job 2:10