Well...I'm getting better! At least this blog post didn't take months to eventuate. :P The following is something that came from my quiet time just a few days ago.
"Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped." (Job 1:20)
How Satan must have been holding his breath this whole time! He was just waiting for Job to curse God so he (Satan) could say "I told you so" to God. Furthermore, true to his nature, he was probably whispering in Job's ears all the time, trying to get him to falter.
Interestingly, this verse spans minutes, not seconds as I had initailly supposed. Shaving one's head takes time, and Satan undoubtedly tempted Job the whole time to give up on God. Yet, Job's heart was firmly directed toward one goal: worship. He fulfilled traditional expressions of sorrow and mourning, but nowhere did he cry against God. Instead, he worshipped.
I have to wonder: if God took everything from me, would I worship? Would my first words be those of praise to the One who had allowed terrible things to happen? I would hope so...but the reality of my flesh is that I would probably allow complaints against God to fall from my lips.
How was Job able to praise? He had a heavenly perspective. His life was not his own. Though in himself there was sorrow over the loss of children and possessioons, in his spiritual eyes he saw God's hand at work.
Life has been described as a tapestry, with threads of many colors woven through. When trial comes, we see one ugly dark patch from our extreme closeup view. God sees the whole picture and the necessity of that trial to fill that dark portion of the picture. And ultimately, it adds a serene beauty to the entire tapestry. The question is, do we trust Him, even when we cannot see what He is doing?