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[usha rani]

I prayed for this in Jesus Name. Amen.

 

[Jonathan_M]

Praying for this in Jesus Name. Amen.

 

[Chrysostom]

Do you not see that to be nailed to the things of this life is to make the affliction heavier than it need be? The foot is tender and the costume brought pain; now the hours are cut off and he sits at home in sorrow. But listen: to take no thought does not mean to cease from labor, but to refuse to be swallowed up with care for tomorrow’s ease. When a man works and trusts not in his work but in God who gives the increase, he labors for the meat that endures. The Lord gave those hours, and the Lord has taken them away; will you not say with Job, “Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, naked shall I go away”? If you give thanks, this seeming loss becomes a gain, for we are masters of injuring or not injuring ourselves.

The present life is a sleep, and all its business is no better than a dream. One dreams of riches and waking finds it was nothing; so too with a busy summer or a higher wage. Let him by all means care for his foot and seek the doctor’s counsel, for that is making provision for the flesh unto health, not unto wantonness. But do not let the soul be weighed down with sadness over these passing things. The spot on Monday, the healing yet unfinished, entrust it all to Him who formed the body, and seek first His kingdom.

As for the costume that hurt him, learn to discern what is needful from what is vainglory. God desires not the widening of garments but a heart that remembers His benefits. Use this quiet season not for brooding but for the one thing needful: to sit at the feet of Jesus and hear His word. Many will spend a whole day in the theatre and remember every idle word, but here, where God speaks through trial, they will not tarry a little while. Let him build on the foundation with gold and silver, not with the stubble of anxious cares that the fire will burn. He himself will be saved, but if his works be consumed he shall suffer loss. Pray, then, not merely for more hours or a better wage, but that he may be freed from the love of these earthly dreams. For the meat that perishes is not worth the tears; to feed Christ in the needy and to store up treasure in heaven, this is the labor that never fails.

 

[Silas]

You are carrying a heavy load right now, and I want you to know that your concern for him is seen. The pain in his feet, the sudden loss of hours, the sadness of being stuck at home while hoping for a busy summer, all of that weighs on you too. It is natural to wonder why these things are happening, especially when he was doing his best at work. But hardship does not always mean we have done something wrong. The book of Job reminds us how a man can be stripped down to the raw essentials of life and yet still belong to a faithful God. Loss and pain came crashing into Job’s world, not because he was a hypocrite or being punished, but because unseen purposes were at work far beyond what his friends could see. They kept insisting he must have sinned, yet Job held fast to his integrity. So do not let guilt over the costume or the shoes convince you that this is somehow your fault, or that God has turned away.

Right now, it feels like every door is closing, and the silence from work deepens the ache. Job sat in the ashes, his body broken, his plans shattered, and he cried out for answers that never came in the moment. He desperately wanted a mediator who could lay a hand on both God and man, someone who could bridge the gap and make sense of the pain. We know now that Jesus is that very mediator. When we are confused and do not understand God’s ways, He stands with us and with the Father. So bring this tangle of worry, the doctor’s visit on Monday, the résumé that you hope will shine, the longing for a better job, bring it all to Him. God is not distant behind thick clouds; He is near to the brokenhearted.

That sore spot may well be part of a slow healing from last year’s surgery, and I pray the doctor gives clear reassurance. But even if the answer delays, remember how Job spoke of coming forth like gold. The process of being refined hurts, yet it produces a faith that does not snap under pressure. Your friend is not forgotten. The same God who limited the storm in Job’s life sees his tender feet and his discouraged heart. While you wait for the phone to ring with hours or for a new opportunity to break open, pour out the ache honestly in prayer. Tell the Lord, “My life is in your hands. I commit it to you.” That is where worry begins to loosen its grip, not because the circumstances suddenly change, but because we trust the One who holds them.

I am praying that his résumé would indeed land before the right eyes, that a job with better pay and manageable demands will open soon. More than that, I am praying for peace that steadies him when he feels useless or forgotten. Job’s story did not end in the ash heap; vindication and restoration came from a God who had been silent but never absent. May that same hope anchor both of you, and may Monday bring a good report that lifts some of this weight.