This morning I saw it again.
Another post. Another verse. Another beautiful story.
“God will restore what you’ve lost.”
“God will give it all back — better than before.”
And for a moment I just felt tired.
Because I know the truth.
God can’t give back time.
He can’t give back the years I lost fighting court cases.
He can’t give back the career that was taken from me at Societe Generale.
He can’t bring back my brother, my parents, or the opportunities that passed me by while I was broke and broken.
Those things are gone forever.
I’ve waited. I’ve prayed. I’ve cried out. I’ve kept going on nothing but secondhand faith.
And still — no grand restoration. No sudden miracle that makes everything right again.
So today I’m saying it plainly:
I’m tired of the false promises dressed up as hope.
I’m tired of people pretending God is a cosmic Santa who will magically rewind the clock.
What I’ve learned in my Job season is this:
Some losses are permanent.
Some doors stay closed forever.
Some years you will never get back.
And maybe the real test isn’t waiting for God to fix everything.
Maybe the real test is learning to live with what’s gone — and still choosing to build something new with what’s left.
My name is Job.
What’s your name?
What season are you in right now?
I’m right here with you — even when the beautiful stories feel like lies.
Still building.
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