Too often I notice myself throwing a party of the worst kind—with a theme of pity.
I’m single. I suck at long-term relationships.
I don’t like where I live. I feel stuck and isolated.
I’m lonely. I don’t have any friends.
I want a new job. But I’m not good enough for anything else.
I’m ugly. I don’t look like her or have a body like that.
You know, Satan is the prince of the power of the air. And without giving him too much credit (because even he must first ask God permission), he is very cunning and has an incredible way of hitting us right in the gut, right where it hurts the most. He knows our weaknesses and uses those against us as our greatest temptations to try to get us to curse God, feel sorry for ourselves and lose hope. Satan and his demons watch us now, just like he did with Job.
Job—the man God Himself described as His servant of “there is none like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man, who fears God and turns away from evil.” While I consider myself far from that description, that’s the exact man who God lead me to for a big helping of humble pie.
It didn’t take me long to get a wake-up call. Not even having to go farther than the first chapter of the book, Job lost nearly everything: his oxen, donkeys, sheep, servants, camels and all of his children—one right after another (talk about when it rains it pours)—and what does Job do? Have a little Bowe fit? Sit down, cry and have himself a good old-fashioned pity party? Hardly…
Job 1:20 – Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head and fell on the ground and worshiped.
Say what? This man who just lost all his earthly possessions and his children…worshiped? Wow. Talk about a hit in the gut.
Even though it’s often easier to say than do, it’s just the type of reminder that I needed (God’s always good at that). I certainly haven’t lost all my possessions or even nearly the majority of my family but yet I still find it in me to get down far more than I should. Job is an amazing example of this: It’s not about what happens to you, it’s how you respond to it. Amen. The next time I start to feel low, it’s all about perspective. It’s all about letting God whisper to you in the midst of the valley, speaking truth into the lies of which Satan tries to convince us. And the next time I find myself feeling empty, all I need is a big slice of humble pie.
I’m single. Sometimes, single-hood is a gift, just ask the Apostle Paul.
I don’t like where I live. Be thankful you have a home.
I’m lonely. You are never alone, for God is always with you.
I want a new job. Be grateful you have a job.
I’m ugly. You are perfectly and wonderfully made, and God thinks you’re beautiful.
Less Whine. More Worship.