If the following sounds like I’ve been reading Job, I have. As difficult as it is to understand, Job is in the Bible for a reason. Here are some of my thoughts as to why.
We are not here to make judgments upon our lives, but to live them. It is not important that Job explain his life; it is important, however, that he live it, which he did. He didn’t curse God and die; he cursed God and lived, and there’s a big difference. To have his house and his family and his livestock and his wealth was one thing; to have nothing but a broken piece of pottery to scrape his boils was another. To live life and experience God is everything.
Whatever we are going through is significant. We are living it and life is the point. Life is more important than answers. Living the question beats knowing or saying the answer. Living the answer would be ideal, but who can do that all the time?
Get it right, or get it wrong, you will live through it either way and if you listen, you can learn.
Listen to the poets:
To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world…
Every breath you take…
The poets get it as right as anybody can. Someone is watching.
Be alive in the world.
Life is huge. Breathing is a miracle. Engaging is the point. Be awake today. Don’t miss anything. Most importantly: Don’t miss the question trying to find the answer; the question may be the point.
John Fischer The Catch 
Yes John, as much as I dislike what is going on in my life right now, and as angry as I get about it; I still take the next step and do the next right thing whatever it is. I am powerless over the recent events in my life, have taken inventory to see where I could have done better and found that overall, I am not to blame for what is right now.
And believe me, I have told God what I think about all that! Yet, I turn to Him and HIm only for answers and resolutions, and continue to try and focus on what I have to be grateful for, and then step out and seek His will.
This dovetails nicely with a metaphor that I have found very helpful lately. My son plays a bunch of shoot-each-other video games, many of which have a “re-spawn” feature where, when you’re killed, you are brought back to life after a few seconds and sent back to a previous location in the game. Well, I’ve started to view my life as a game where I’m navigating a relational minefield where the object is to both avoid being blown up as well as to defuse live mines. Not only am I not very good at it, I’m not even getting much better at it. So I get blown up a lot. But after a few seconds, I re-spawn and get to try again. So now, when I say or do the “wrong” thing (or by omission, fail to say the “right” thing), I no longer (for the most part) worry, get overly discouraged, or beat myself up about it. I just tell myself that its ok – I’m just not very good at this, and all it means is that I’ve been blown up again. Then I try to take some mental notes about what went wrong, sigh, and wait to be re-spawned.
I don’t know if this is grace or indifference, but it seems to be helping.
Kevin: Prayers for you. I hear you! And I know all too well.
Minefield: Great analogy.
All: Sometimes when we get knocked down or blown up, we don’t automatically re-spawn and get back up. Sometimes we need someone to come along side to us get back up.
And sometimes we see someone get knocked down. Are we there to come along side? Or do we wish them well and go on our way?
Please pray for a friend who has an incurable cancer and is in surgery today having as many tumors as they can find removed and much of her liver, and whatever else needs to come out. She needs a personal relationship with our Lord, and she is very afraid that if she should die soon her abusive ex-husband will be able to get her 7-year-old son and harm him.