Hey Job!
Hey there Job, got anymore of that sackcloth your wearing and could you move over a bit to let me sit in those ashes with you? Oh, I know you're going through a rough time. You've lost your kids, your livestock, your wife is nagging at you to just curse God and die. I get it. I understand. I'm about to be 48 years old and every child I have been blessed to carry has been taken from me before I could ever hold them in my arms. I feel as if I'm about to lose it all because of my husband. While he hasn't said the words to curse God and die, I'm almost sure he would if he thought enough to. While you have your wife to nag and bemoan you, I have a husband that is indifferent but needy. You are a righteous man, Job. Well spoken of and respected among your peers. I would like to consider myself in that same category. You have worked hard for what you had and in a moments notice it was all gone. I feel that deeply. I have worked hard since I was a teenager, trying t...