It's been a while.
I've been thinking a lot lately about a certain man. A man from the Bible named Job. If you don't know about him, I'll give you a summary.
Job was a guy who was uber-faithful to God, and, as He always promised, God blessed him thoroughly. Now the Devil visited God one day and said, "Of course, Job is faithful. You've given him everything. Let me at him and then we'll see." So God let the Devil attack Job, and he lost all of his material possessions, his riches, his land, everything, but Job was still faithful. Then the Devil wanted to attack his family. God said okay. So Job lost all of his children and was left only with a nagging wife. Still faithful. Then the Devil wanted to get at Job himself. So God let the Devil attack Job's physical body. Job did get a little upset, asking God what was going on, but he was still faithful. Because he knew that when all you have is God, you don't need anything else.
In my mind, I've always known this, but it took something like this touching my own life for me to really, intensely believe it. I know that I could lose all the things the world says I need, but if I have God on my side, I'm fine. More than fine. I've got everything.
Love and full moons,
Becky the Writer