Excuse me Job...is there room for me?

I feel like the hits keep coming. My cries to God have been like this "my cheeks hurt God!" in reference to Luke 6:28-29a "bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. If someone slaps you on one cheek turn to them the other also" When will it end. I think of Job a lot, talk about one hit after another. While my situation is different from Job, the hits still hurt. Like a punch in the stomach. I have had the wind knocked out of me so many times I have lost count.

Now, I don't tell you this to pity me, I do tell you this to pray for me.

I want you to know that I love Jesus and life still gets the best of me. Pain is very real, heartache is very real, weakness is very real...BUT I know my God is very real.

So in a moment of utter pain and sorrow with uncontrollable sobbing I shouted out to My God, WHEN WILL THIS END?!

This is what He revealed.

I am God and I love you. I can fully understand your pain, hurt, anger. Be quiet...listen. Follow me. I am working....this is good and it will be good. Have hope. Cling to me and I will show you the way to go, you don't have to do this alone---I am with you, I want to take care of you.

And this is the song He played for me:

I've been doing all that I can
To hold it all together
Piece by piece.
I've been feeling like a failure,
Trying to be braver
Than I could ever be.
It's just not me.

So be my healer, be my comfort, be my peace.
Cause I can be broken, I can be needy,
Lord I need You now to be,
Be my God, so I can just be me.

I've been living like an orphan,
Trying to belong here,
But it's just not my home.
I've been holding on so tightly,
To all the things that I think
Could satisfy my soul.
But I'm letting go...

So be my father, my mighty warrior, be my king.
Cause I can be scattered, frail and shattered,
Lord I need You now to be,
Be my God, so I can just be me.

Cause I was lost in this dark world
Until I was finally found in You
So now I'm needing, desperately pleading
Oh Lord, be all to me

And be my savior, be my lifeline, won't You be my everything.
Cause I'm so tired of trying to be someone
I was never meant to be
Be my God
Please be my God
Be my God
So I can just be me
So I can just be me
I can just be me.--Laura Story