And perhaps the ravens, lilies and grass are whispering the word:
Acceptance.
Accept your place in the order of the Universe.
This beautiful poetry of Job is certainly a wake up call. For my zone of control in the big scheme of things is minimal. As this legendary story goes, Job experiences all the possible types of suffering known to humankind. And in his conversations with Creator, is humbled.
God is God, and I am not.
Acceptance.
