Read the book of Job.

For the past 5 years it seems that every time I get to a place where I feel I start to be happy, something big happens to steal it. A priest friend asked me recently after the latest if I was feeling a little like Job and I burst into tears. I’d say that is a yes. I don’t remember what it feels like to be happy. I remember the day I was last happy. It was 3 years ago. I remember because it was the day everything shattered just after I was reveling in how enormously happy I felt. But I don’t remember what it felt like to sustain being happy. Mostly, I’m just here. Not depressed, just not happy and just surviving from one crisis to the next as best I can. So just suddenly it occurs to me maybe I should read Job. I’m not sure if I have ever sat down and read it all the way through. Or if I have, it has been a long long time. So, I will. Maybe I’ll get some insight. Or at least find a journey to relate to.