Thursday, August 23, 2007

Distress

I was woken up by a 'distress' alarm.. The Lord led me to read Job 30 and I really felt like what Job felt .. Terrors overwhelm me, my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud. And now my life ebbs away, days of suffering grip me. Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest. In His great power, God becomes like clothing to me; He binds me like the neck of my garment. He throws me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes. I cry out to you, O God, but you do not answer; I stand up but you merely look at me. You turn on me ruthlessly, with the might of your hand, you attack me. You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm. I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.

Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress? Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor? Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness. The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me. I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.

Lord, grant me understanding in times of my distress where I feel overwhelmed by many responsibilities and tasks at hand. Also, with the East Timor trip just round the corner, I am filled with unfounded fears and doubts. More than that, I felt there were many ‘deadlines’ all placed before me and I am swamped…. Sigh.

But I felt the Lord assure me in Job 32:8 it is the spirit in a man, the breath of the Almighty that gives him understanding. It is not only the old who are wise, not only the aged who understand what is right. Job 33:14 God does speak – now one way, now another though man may not perceive it. In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on men as they slumber in their beds. He may speak in their ears and terrify them with warnings, to turn man from wrongdoing and keep him from pride, to preserve his soul from the pit, his life from perishing by the sword. God, help!

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