My Redeemer

Today, I was empathising with Job. I think I felt like he must of when his camels died. Not that I have a camel, but today our car broke down and had to be towed to the garage. Actually, I think at this point I’d consider having a camel. It might be more reliable than our car. And if I was like Job and had 3000, I guess one of them going lame wouldn’t have been much of an issue. So ok, maybe I wasn’t quite having a Job moment one car in the workshop isn’t like losing 3000 camels (and that was the least of Job’s problems).

But to be honest, the car situation was feeling rather stressful. (It is not the first time that the car has been towed). The initial diagnosis wasn’t sounding good and so when my 3 year old spilt his drink on the kitchen floor and then dissolved into tears over it, I felt like joining him (I might have even tried to…). My son’s dilemma though was easily sorted by a hug (and then me on hands and knees cleaning up said spill). My situation is still somewhat unresolved.

But if there is one thing my little 3 year old has taught me, it is to look for the good in each and every day. For every day without fail he asks me, “mummy, good day?” And there is only ever one answer that he is happy with – “Yes, good day.”

Fortunately in my day the car trouble is the only comparison in my life to Job. There was plenty to be grateful for and plenty in the day that was enjoyable (even without buying a handbag!)

So it seems fitting to conclude by echoing Job, and putting the day in perspective by focusing on what really matters.

“I know that my redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand on the earth.” (Job 19:25)

 

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