Though You Slay Me…
I have to admit that when I first read through Job, I understood the main idea of the story but I never paid attention to the small details. I missed the infamous “Though you slay me” verse. It describes my testimony perfectly
👼🏽👼🏽Miscarrying my twins at 13 weeks one year ago, almost broke me, but it is what pushed me into my relationship with God. I didn’t have the understanding that I have now but this is what I got from today’s study.
✨God did not take my twins, but he is still ultimately in control and could have stopped it. Sometimes I get angry at him for this. The scriptures today made me realize that I deserve nothing that I THINK I deserve. He was with me through the grief and still provides me comfort to this day when I cry out to him in pain.
✨I am so happy that my loss pushed me to him instead of pulling me away from him.
✨I was a new age spiritual girly before my loss for 9 years and NOTHING I have ever done has brought me the amount of peace that the Lord has brought me in less than a year.
✨So, though he may slay me, I will always find a reason to bless his name. Through it all he still showers me with grace and mercy. He never left me. Even when I yelled at him in anger. He sat next to me. I will always give him the glory and the praise that he deserves 🫂 #godgaveusthisjourney #testimonyofhope #thoughyouslayme
When I first encountered the verse 'Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him' from Job 13:15, it spoke to a place in my soul I didn't even realize was aching. My journey through losing my twins was undeniably the most profound challenge I've ever faced, and this scripture became an anchor. It’s easy to praise God when things are good, but what about when your world crumbles? This isn't just a theological concept; it's a battle fought in the quiet moments of grief, in the emptiness that follows such a deep loss. For so long, my understanding of spirituality was about control, about manifesting, about aligning energies. But when I faced the stark reality of my miscarriage, none of that offered true solace. The 'new age spiritual girly' in me had no answers for the raw, visceral pain. It was in that brokenness that the radical truth of Job 13:15 began to take root. It wasn't about understanding why God allowed it, but about choosing to trust Him despite it. This is where the real work of faith begins. I remember countless nights sobbing, yelling at God, questioning everything. How could a loving God allow such pain? And yet, even in my anger, I felt His presence—a quiet, unwavering comfort. It wasn’t a voice telling me what to do, but a sense of being held, of not being alone in my despair. This was a stark contrast to my previous beliefs, which often placed the burden of healing squarely on my own shoulders. With God, it felt different; it was an invitation to surrender, not to fix. The OCR results from my Bible study, focusing on Job 10-13, really helped me delve deeper into Job’s suffering and his unwavering declaration. This wasn't about a superficial belief; it was about Job's profound understanding that even if God took everything, His character remained trustworthy. For me, applying this meant acknowledging my pain, allowing myself to grieve fully, but simultaneously choosing to believe that God was still good, still sovereign, even when His actions (or perceived inactions) were beyond my comprehension. This journey has taught me that peace isn't the absence of sorrow, but the presence of God in the midst of it. It’s the inexplicable calm that settles after a storm of tears, the quiet assurance that I am loved and seen, even in my deepest vulnerability. If you're walking through a season where you feel 'slain' by life's circumstances, whether it's loss, illness, or heartbreak, I want you to know that choosing to trust Him, even just a little, can open the door to a peace that truly surpasses all understanding. It's a daily, sometimes hourly, decision, but it's one that leads to profound healing and an unshakeable hope.
