Job 17:1 My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me.
Job has lost his children, his wife (in that she told him to curse God and die. She seems to have turned away from God when disaster struck.), his property and livestock, his health, and, in a way, his friends because they seem so focused on telling him what he should be doing to stop the affliction that they are unable to be present with him in comfort during his suffering. To me, this chapter is very much about him trying to reconcile all of that loss and pain with the God he believes in.
Job 17:13, 15 If the only home I hope for is the grave, if I spread out my bed in the realm of darkness….where then is my hope—who can see any hope for me?
To me, Job 17:13 & 15 seem a glimmer of hope. I process Job’s suffering through my own, but to me, he seems to be saying, “If I ‘curse God and die,’ turning my back on Him because of my suffering and loss, then there is no hope for me.” I came to a similar conclusion during the difficult season of 2017. If there weren’t some deeper meaning, higher purpose to all that I endured, a meaning and purpose that I just couldn’t see, then there was no hope for me in a loving God. Instead of turning away, I cling to the fact that God is good and loving and that there are things I just can’t understand about what was befalling me. I decided, emphatically, to trust God.
Job 17:15 …where then is my hope—who can see any hope for me?
Lord, Thank You for this day and this scripture. Thank You for the hope that can only come from You. Thank You for the ability, even in my pain and confusion, to trust that You are good, sovereign, and loving, even when I don’t understand. Draw me closer. Amen.
Job 17:15 …where then is my hope—who can see any hope for me?
Have a blessed day.