Many people who knew us said some pretty mean things. They said our fathers were not serving the Lord correctly, and this is the price that had to be paid. The man I was dating at the time made me feel like I was cursed and death would soon be on my head. I think I can speak for the majority when I say we were a bunch of broken and confused people.
But as I said before, when my father delivered the Eulogy of the last funeral (The services of my dear cousin, who was only 19 years old and the father of two young boys, one only 9 days old) I knew God loved us. We were not cursed but presented with a great opportunity to praise and trust God.
My father, who I am sure at this time was under the divine inspiration of the Lord, preached to us that day about Job. A man who was blameless and upright. A man, who God allowed Satan to approach and harm greatly, just to prove how much Job loved Him. Job's friends thought surely he had sinned because something that horrible couldn't possibly just happen to someone who was doing right. We were all ministered to this day, I am certain.
We weren't blameless, but we still wanted to serve God. We all want to know Him in spite of our doubts and questions and fears, He knew our hearts. He saw our distress and comforted us. I am forever grateful.
I am not afraid of what comes against me, as long as I sin not.
Pray for one another it is the best gift you can give.
Day 37's reading is Job 8 - 24