Job 17: 1 My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me.

What kind of place would have to find yourself in to accept the fact the all that is left for you is the grave? That all you have worked for, struggled to achieve and lusted after no longer has any meaning and for you all is finished. Job's lot is not his making but he has reached a place that he sees nothing, feels nothing and only desires the final call home and God's loving embrace.

In our daily lives it seems that we are driven by our society and peers to achieve. We educate ourselves to get ahead using our passions and gifts that can enrich us and provide us with the resources to put a roof over our heads, food on our tables, clothes for ourselves and our children and things to fill our house and time. Each day filled with activity and action.

To have all that taken from us either suddenly or over a long period of time without knowing why especially if the cause seems to be an "Act of God" like an earthquake and tsunami would test even the best of us. Would we have the strength of Job to not curse God and blame him for all our troubles. For me it would be hard to loose everything I have worked for and find myself on the street, maybe relying on the goodwill of others survive day to day. Would I quietly await the grave, questioning God but never giving up my faith that he still loves me? I hope so but I don't know.