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Ruth 1:20 And she said unto them, Call me not Naomi, call me Mara: for the Almighty hath dealt very bitterly with me.

Perspective is everything. When we experience loss, we can tend to feel empty but just because you feel empty does not mean that you are empty.

We can look at the contrast between Naomi and Job. When Naomi lost her family, she said the Lord dealt bitterly with her but when Job not only his family but everything. He said that He would trust the Lord. He did not curse God but decided to trust Him. We can see how difficult that might have been for Job. Not only him but for Naomi too. Losing something we love it is very painful. But God will see us through if we do like Job and trust Him. Trusting is a constant thing we must do. Over and over and over again. It is our life with God. He wants to know will you trust Him?

I was in a conversation today with someone at work. During the conversation I realized that sometimes things turn out for the better even when it feels like things are turning for the worse. It usually that way in hindsight. In the moment, things can feel gloomy. If we can see God making a way for us in every challenging situation, then we can see our way clear. It took me back to a point where I was put of work. I did not know what to do. I was starting to get very discouraged. I was so frustrated with finding employment. It seemed like out of the blue. A job recruiter contacted me from an agency I never heard of about a company I never heard of. But it was what I was desiring for a long time. It was one of those desires I out up n the shelf as far as what I wanted in a job position. God supplied my needs above and beyond my expectations. It made me see that I should set my expectations higher and see what the Lord ahs in store. God’s will far outweigh anything I could think of. His blessings are rich and satisfying.

We are often looking to cover

The hurt and pain inside

Spinning into a whistle

A glimmer sparks the light within

Charge on and up

The clouds sing down

Angelic sounds in the heartbeat

The hand of God is on me

Hope rises and defeat falls

It disappears and I smile

Takes me to a place of bliss

Poem By TheReInkSpot

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