Railway Bridge over the River Tavy. The Plymouth-Calstock line is still active and here it cuts across the end of a designated nature reserve near Tamerton Foliot. by Andrew Le Couteur Bisson

Good morning, beloved,

I have found my favorite place to sit in my house. We’ve lived here for 2 years and I’ve tried many places to have my quiet time in the mornings. Listening to Watermark sing Bless the Lord, the sun peeking through the trees, my heart is peaceful.

The night was challenging for me. Working through prayer requests, concern for issues…my heart ached with all that swirls around me and I cried to the Lord.

Then I worked on my study of Job and the question was posed. Why does God not answer Job’s questions? Why does God ask the questions like…

Job 38:

⁴ Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Declare to Me, if you have and know understanding.

He laid the foundation of the Earth. The Castle, Capitol Reef National Park, Utah, USA. by Wing-Chi Poon

⁵ Who determined the measures of the earth, if you know? Or who stretched the measuring line upon it?

⁶ Upon what were the foundations of it fastened, or who laid its cornerstone,

⁷ When the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy?

⁸ Or who shut up the sea with doors when it broke forth and issued out of the womb?—

⁹ When I made the clouds the garment of it, and thick darkness a swaddling band for it,

¹⁰ And marked for it My appointed boundary and set bars and doors,

¹¹ And said, Thus far shall you come and no farther; and here shall your proud waves be stayed?

¹² Have you commanded the morning since your days began and caused the dawn to know its place,

¹³ So that [light] may get hold of the corners of the earth and shake the wickedness [of night] out of it?

¹⁴ It is changed like clay into which a seal is pressed; and things stand out like a many-colored garment.

¹⁵ From the wicked their light is withheld, and their uplifted arm is broken.

Friends, I posed the question to my husband. Why did God not answer Job’s questions…my husband turned to me, I hope I’ll never forget it.

I don’t know.

No, I’m just kidding. When you turn your eyes off your problems, your suffering, when you consider the LORD, heavens He created, consider the creation of world…you stop thinking about you. It’s not about you.

So when I am holding my head in pain and my son is bleeding in my arms…we sang. We sang hymns. I read the Bible. Why? Because I know I’ve never commanded any mornings, I’ve never shut up the seas..

Friends, turn your eyes. Turn them on Jesus. And the things of this world will go strangely dim, in the light of His glorious grace.

My son has staples in his head. My head hurts. Yet, God loves me. My parents have two of my children. He provided people to take my eldest. He gave us church who loves us and prays for us. He gave us very kind nurse and doctor.

Look in His eyes…

Love,

Cara