If ever there was a fellow who deserved
to give himself a pity party, it would have
to have been our Old Testament friend, Job.
The devil worked on Job so much that during
one moment of despair he exclaimed, "My days
are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent
without hope." (Job 7:6)
If we, like Job, have been despairing too much,
there is, fortunately, an answer to our lament...
"Peace I leave with you, My peace I give unto you;
not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not
your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."