Jumping jacks. Suffering kindness of friends feels like jumping jacks. From fetal position to standing upright, repeat and repeat. Rejection feels insurmountable and unbearable. It brings back horrible memories of Junior High School, when one of your friends tells you, "I don't want to hang around you anymore because you are boring." At least she had the balls to tell me why she was rejecting me; others just disappear into thin air. Why am I treated thusly? What have I done? No words of explanation come. Then I retreat back to the emotional fetal position.
Today my True Friend told me the truth:
And the Lord blessed the latter days of Job more than his beginning. And he had 14,000 sheep, 6,000 camels, 1,000 yoke of oxen, and 1,000 female donkeys. He had also seven sons and three daughters. And he called the name of the first daughter Jemimah, and the name of the second Keziah, and the name of the third Keren-happuch. And in all the land there were no women so beautiful as Job's daughters. And their father gave them an inheritance among their brothers. And after this Job lived 140 years, and saw his sons, and his sons' sons, four generations. And Job died, an old man, and full of days.
Job's daughters are named, and are included in an inheritance. My True Friend calls me by my name, has given me a wonderful inheritance, and He calls me beautiful.
I wept and worshipped. Praise Him!