Job and I go way back. It all began with the death of my youngest daughter. Everyone knows the loss of a child is unacceptable. I was told by many to read the Book of Job and it would help me feel better. I am a spiritual person, but reading Job did nothing for me. It only made me angry. So what! God gave him his possessions back, along with new sons and daughters. One child can not replace another. You love them all the same, but different.
New Years Eve, 2011, I went to a midnight watch service with my goddaughter, Taurea. When the pastor began to preach on Job, Taurea looked over at me and asked if I was ok. She had heard my rant. Then, Sunday morning we went to my regular church service, Bethel A.M.E., and Reverend Dial also preached on Job. Taurea took my hand and said, “God is trying to tell you something.” Three times is the charm because a few days later I was in the checkout line of a grocery store and two women were in a heated conversation. I don’t usually listen to other people’s conversations, but it was about Job.