I keep a daily journal. In it I write down my happiest moments and my deepest griefs. There is something cathartic about writing down the pains and sorrows.
It is like someone else shares my burden. And when I record the births and triumphs, someone shares my joy.
Job’s wish was that his words would be recorded.
Job 19:23, 24, “I wish that my words could be written down or chiseled into rock.”
His words were recorded many years later and we are not sure who recorded them. His words bring comfort to us when we are sick, despairing of life, suffering a financial down turn, or at the very worst, lose a child. We can identify with the pain and emotions in Job’s words.
“You Know My Name” – Detour 180