Job was a man who suffered more trouble than most, and his name has become a synonym for suffering, but in the middle of his troubles, and a few hundred years before Christ walked this earth, this was his statement…
‘For I know that my Redeemer lives, and that at the last he will stand upon the earth; and after my skin has been destroyed, then in my flesh I shall see God’
A promise fulfilled, and yet to come.
Finally no renters left in the old neglected house next door. Overgrown with bushes and ivy, long grass through the cracks in the concrete, and peeling windowsills. We were constantly cutting back branches of the trees and bushes overhanging our boundary fence, especially the privet, which I cursed each spring when it flowered. Today the flippers came, ready to do battle, and I can finally see sky from my kitchen window.
of a chainsaw
sun at last