Job

Job:
My father. Betrayed by his brothers, his friends, his lifelong heart and soul men. Who spat on his name, tore the clothes from his back. Sued him, accused him. Yet he sits in grace and says, I will comply.

Fight for it Dad. FIGHT FOR IT. God-Damnit, you have not deserved this. You have compared your life to Job's and I see that, so remember that Job fought the injustice. He cried out to YHWH, won't you?

I'm fighting for you. I'm screaming and kicking. It took everything not to spit in Herald's face when he spoke cunning smooth words to me. "How's your pop holding up, Honey?" "He's seen better days, eh?" And yet you greeted him with a clasp of hands, looked into his eyes, and asked, "How are you, Herald?"

I honor your humility and grace, but it pains me to watch your dear face wrinkle with sorrow, with grief, with the weight of injustice on your shoulders. When will your justice come? When will your mercy flow, your grace be sufficient? Give him Manna for today. Give him grace enough, strength enough, courage enough to stand tall. I love him so.

I am my daddy's daughter. Delight in his heart, grant him the desires you have planted in him. For earth and seed, for mountain air and sweet smelling corn. For clover full of cloven hoofed white tails, for Big Sky Montana. For freedom. I long to see his face smile in all your glory. My father is a handsome man, but he has aged twenty years in three.

Bring these men to truth. Let there tongues burn with every lie they speak. I want truth, I want justice for him. Curse them with truth laden hearts that will not rest until the truth has been thrust forth, heaved from their bellies.

HASHEM, you are good. I believe this. YHWH, you are sovereign I believe this. HAKKADOSH, you are HOLY. I know this. Cradle his heart, dear Abba. Rain him peace, JEHOVAH SHALOM. Hold him tight, do not let him go. Do not let him go. DO not let him go.