Job Chapter 3: 1-7
Finally Job broke the silence and cursed the day on which he had been born.
Job "O God, put a curse on the day I was born; put a curse on the nnight when I was conceived! Turn that day into darkness, God. Never again remember that day; never again let light shine on it. Make it a day of gloom and darkness; cover it with clouds, and blot out the sun. Blot that night out of the year, and never let it be counted again; make it a barren joyous night.
Why is that carrying your cross makes you feel like Job? And when will one find redemption as he does in the final chapter?
I cried today.
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it must be late in the night if you are resorting to the book. cheer up hon. breathe. find a natural or artificial way to reset the clock. it will make a difference. did you talk with petros?
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