Excerpt
“Have you considered my servant Job?”
Those words stayed with me.
Job lived before Christ, before the indwelling of the Holy Spirit as we know Him now. He lived by waiting—waiting on God, waiting on the voice of the Lord, waiting in faith without the benefit of hindsight or testimony archives. And still, God trusted him.
When my son died, I quietly began calling myself the female Job.
Not only did I lose my child, but within weeks I lost my home, my financial stability, and the structure of my life. Systems failed. Support vanished. What had once been secure disappeared almost overnight. Nothing made sense.
I remember thinking, Have you considered me?
I loved God, but I didn’t want to walk through that season. I didn’t know when it would end. I believed God would be there on the other side, yet no one tells you what it feels like to live inside the process—when everything familiar is stripped away and you’re still expected to stand.
I had questions. Real ones.
How do I stop the bleeding?
How do I quiet my mind?
How do I keep going when my thoughts are fighting against me?
I couldn’t remove the pain, so I had to learn how to live with it without letting it destroy me.
Reflection
I realized at some point that my life was no longer just about me. What I was surviving would one day become proof for someone else that survival was possible. I didn’t want to pass on misery—I wanted to pass on victory.
The losses weren’t the lesson.
The rebuilding was.
I learned that when something is rebuilt too quickly, the cracks remain. This time, I chose to reinforce everything—my identity, my thinking, my boundaries, my faith. I stopped rebuilding what had already failed me and began constructing something stronger, something truer.
I learned to pray differently.
I learned to forgive.
I learned to bless people who misunderstood me.
And I learned that God didn’t consider me because I was unbreakable—He considered me because He knew I would endure.
I made it through.
I did not disappear.
I am still standing.
Prompts
What has been stripped away in your life that still needs meaning?
Are you trying to rebuild what once existed, or are you being invited to build something new?
What questions have you been afraid to bring honestly before God?
Where might reinforcement be more important than replacement?
Listen
Sit quietly today and allow God to speak without rushing the answer.
Hold on. Restoration is not random.
The process matters.