When Job was scratching boils with shards of broken clay, Do you think he was comforted from knowing all things pass away? When friends came to him bringing on judgment and blame, He refused to repent what he had not done and honored God's Holy Name.

Job had never been too humble though a model of worship and prayer. He understood the power of God and came to Him with every care. But sacrfices made for others do not drag your life down the drain. He cursed not his creator, though his cries for comfort seemed in vain.

Nothing set upon Job left him mad at God, but after Satan was through, His friends offered him no comfort and told him, "The problem is you!" He needed someone to simply say, "I'm here and I'm hurting for you." He sought no advice or guidance. He just wanted his woe to be through.

Those of us who find we must suffer in trials we do not understand Want only someone to stand by us and touch with a comforting hand. Don't tell me you know my problem, or it happened to someone you knew. Don't give me directions and guidance about what I should say or do.

Just tell me you love me and that you care about what I am going through. After that sentence there is nothing more that you can accomplish or hope to do. Just be there when I am lonely, but don't expect me to state that desire. When I'm battling pain or some kind of grief, your presence is all I require.

The thing I most need fills you all with unease, uncertain about what to do. You know there must be some action to take as you begin to make it all about you. I don't need your wisdom. I just need your presence, but I need His presence far more. Give me your time without action or speeches. Stop trying to keep your own score.

Pray I will draw closer to the One who created our bodies and rebellious hearts. Thank Him for this gift, a chance to give love, as He once did on all of our parts. I know my suffering and Jobs are far less that the burden our Savior bore. If my pain and grief will draw me nigh, then I ask, "Lord, please give me more."