“Shall we indeed accept good from God, and shall we not accept adversity?” Job 2:9b NKJV
It was like I’d never read those words before.
They impressed into my heart and mind and soul.
They sunk deep into me and are there still.
Here is a man who lost absolutely everything on Earth which seem so important.
Yet his walk with God is incredible:
“Shall we indeed accept good from God, and shall we not accept adversity?”
Maturity can turn a small child, who wants nothing more from life than to play and eat, into an adult who spends their waking hours in loving devoted service to others.
Spiritual maturity looks at God and states these words of Job.
I needed those words.
Life has become overwhelming of late.
My health, schedule, responsibilities, and duties have felt like a crushing burden these last few days.
Yet, as I continued to look to God for wisdom, guidance, and His plans I’ve found myself growing ever more weary.
Too tired to express, but these words of Job resonated into my soul.
He was a man of spiritual maturity.
I too want to live with the same maturity.
My heart simply looks to Jesus and asks Him to build the maturity in me.
My deepest desire is to trust God with such depth, the depth which can walk through any circumstance free from fear.
With these thoughts I went to sleep.
Some time in the middle of the night I had a dream.
I saw Jesus.
I fell at his feet and I kissed the nail scars.
I sobbed like a tiny child and clung to Him.
Before I knew what I was doing I was pouring out my heart.
“Jesus, I love you so much! I’m trying so hard to do everything right. I’m trying to serve You and to walk through everything with joy. But, oh, I am so weary! I can’t see clearly! I’m so very weary!”
And then as tears streamed down my face I clung to His ankles.
“Child, I have brought you help. You need be weary no longer.”
And then I realized there were other people all around, each busily moving about.
And I simply relaxed and lay at the feet of my Lord.
“Child, you never needed to worry, striving is useless. I have all these things in My hand.”
Jesus spoke these words just above my head, I could tell He had bent over to speak ever so softly to me.
It was the middle of the night and my physical body still desired sleep, which I relinquished into, but my soul yearned to ponder.
I’m still pondering.
This dream was vivid, touchable.
My heart continues to wonder.
There is so much more than can be put into words.
Expectation is ripe, as I walk into the Word of God looking for truth.
I’m eager to reread the accounts of others who saw Jesus.
But, this has left my heart renewed.
My physical body may be weary,
but my mind has peace.
And it took only one thing: