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a potpourri of sense and feminine lunacy

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Father in heaven,

We see ourselves in Job's trial all the time.

Like the devil who accused him, we look at those who love You more than we do and assume that it is only because they've been blessed more. Like the three friends who sided with his accuser, we look at those who are doing worse than we are and assume that they are suffering in proportion to their sin.

Right now, even in small troubles at our schools, workplaces and relationships with people, we are like Job himself. We get so confused and so frustrated easily. We exhaust ourselves with demands for You to show yourself, until...like Job, we kneel in quiet worship after looking at what You have already done (and doing) for us, in us, and around us.


Love,
your little daughter


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