Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head and fell on the ground and worshiped. 21 And he said, "Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked shall I return. The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD." 22 In all this Job did not sin or charge God with wrong.
What an amazing saint! He grieves in worship on his face before the living God who never does wrong. He realizes his context. Job acknowledges the rights of his creator.
Lord, make me like that! I don’t want the death and destruction. That’s not what I mean, although it is your right to do what you want with your own creation. But give me the same heart you gave Job. When I grieve, Holy Spirit let me grieve in worship. In my loss, Jesus, let me see that all I need I have in you. Father, my Creator, let me always rest in your gracious provision. Holy Trinity, you have given me all I need, and I need nothing else. Let me live in poverty of things, but the riches of my inheritance: You!