In regards to Job, this is what I love.
One by one his servants have come to tell him horrible, devastating, grievous news. Four messengers came. Not one hard thing. Four hard things. Not one child's death. All children dead.
"Then (Job) shaved his head and fell to the ground to worship." Job 1:20
That's it. The stuff that made Job ordinary was stripped away. The stuff that made Job blameless was put to the test.
Job fell to the ground to worship. Not to grieve. Not to mourn. Not to scream in agony. Not to weep in pity. But to worship.
Oh Lord, that my first response in suffering would be to worship. I think my normal response to suffering has been to ask God to take me to a place where I can worship. But worship as my first response? Isn't that asking a lot? Yes, and God deserves it! I pray that my automatic response to good and bad would be to worship. I want my response to God and what he brings to always be to worship.
I love, love those sweet words.