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The Only Prayer This Job Has Left In Him.

Heavenly Father,

I place my past my now and future in Your hands.

I’m tired of closed doors, I’m tired of working for free and little bits of scrap and only to fail at everything.

I’m tired of delays.

I’m tired of spending money I don’t have and money desperately need in the house on new medicals every few months while everything moves in slow motion and nothing comes to an end or fruition.

But I know You are the God who makes a way where there seems to be none.

I declare: My destiny belongs to You.

Remove every obstacle and person that blocks my steps and progress.

Open the right doors — no one can shut.

Surround my journey with Your light, and let no curse, no attack, no scheme succeed against me please because you know it’s only me and you because I have no one ells left.

Even when I feel stuck in the ashes…

Even when I end up having donkey pasta for dinner after another horrible week and laugh about in the dark alone because you know how it goes, its either money for food or electricity or medication and never enough money for everything together. Ill try never to buy super cheap meat again, lesson learned.

Even when I don’t understand what You’re doing…

I’m still here.

Still breathing.

Still trusting with secondhand faith.

God, I’m not asking for much or riches or an ease road.

I’m just asking for the strength to keep walking in it.

Still Building.

Amen.

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The Silent Pressure of Trying to Be Okay
Not everything that hurts is visible.
Some people don’t cry.
They don’t break down.
They don’t ask for help.
They just… continue.
They wake up, go to work, reply to messages, smile when needed —
but inside, something feels heavy.
Life has a way of putting pressure on us quietly.
Expectations. Money. The fear of not being enough.
And yet, we carry it. Every day.
The truth is, strength doesn’t always look loud.
Sometimes, strength is just getting through the day without giving up.
Sometimes, it’s choosing to keep going — even when no one notices.
So if you’re feeling tired, overwhelmed, or stuck…
just know this:
You’re not weak.
You’re human.
And that is more than enough.

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It’s 2 AM.

The old coffee is almost dead.

I have sitting at this corner window for a long time now with a beer that’s gone warm and a cigarette burning slow between my fingers. The ashtray’s full. My head’s full. My chest is heavier than the darn smoke, but sometimes it’s all we just need to escape a bit. Just sitting watching joyful, healthy and successful people with the hope of their good and healthy viabrating energies jumps over to me and consume me.

This is where the real everything comes out.

No nice lighting.

No filter.

No pretending I’ve got it all figured out.

My name is Job.

I’ve lost more than I could afford, even part of my health and twice I was on the brink of not coming back. The first time my central nervous system packed up, the second time it was a stroke.

Through it all, I lost my Family to deaths, Money, Dignity, Direction, and my Career.

I’ve been betrayed by people I trusted with my life.

I’ve had clients take my work and disappear with my livelihood.

I’ve had strokes and nervous system breakdowns and still woke up the next day wondering why the hell I’m still breathing.

I’ve screamed at God.

I’ve sat in silence waiting for an answer that never came.

I’ve borrowed my faith secondhand from a man who went through worse and still refused to stay broken.

And yet… here I am.

Still smoking.

Still drinking this warm beer.

Still writing.

Still Building.

Even when building feels like bleeding.

This page — I Am Job Uncut — is where I stop performing.

This is the raw, late-night, unfiltered version of me.

The anger. The woped humor, The moments I want to give up. The stubborn darn decision to keep going anyway. Something like a spaceship pilot all alone in a very big dark atmosphere and wanting to get home and has no idee how this is going to work out or where his going to land or end up, but the only guarantee he has is its going to hurt but he doesn’t know where or how yet.

If you’re also sitting in the ashes at 2 AM out of touch wondering how the hell you’re supposed to keep going… pull up a stool, brother or sister.

You’re not alone.

My name is Job.

What’s your name?

And what season are you in right now?

Let’s talk.

Still Building.

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There comes a point where my faith isn’t shiny anymore.

It’s not even faith really.

It’s just blind stubbornness mixed with stupidity and pure survival.

My gut have been kicked so hard and so many times that I’m not even sure if I still believe in anything anymore. You’re exhausted. You’re angry. You’re broke. You’re in pain. You’ve been let down so many times and often if not mostly by your Payers, Trust and HOPE that “hope” feels like a dirty word.

And yet… I keep going.

That’s where I am right now.

That’s where a lot of us are right now.

This is secondhand faith.

I didn’t create it. I inherited it from a man named Job. He sat in ashes scraping his wounds with broken pottery while people told him to just curse God and die. He screamed at God, He raged, He questioned everything, everything I do. And still… he kept breathing.

So when I wake up and I have nothing — accept for !!! just another day of yesterdays nonsens — I borrow a bit of second hand faith again from him.

I tell myself:

“If that man could go through worse than this and still come out the other side… then maybe I can too.”

Whether you own your own business, work on commission only, consult, or you’re just an employee trying to build a track record — it all feels the same when you’re at the bottom.

You’re not building success yet.

You’re just trying not to die.

You’re showing up even when you feel stupid for still believing something better is possible. You’re doing the work even when it feels pointless. You’re adding one small brick at a time to a CV, to a business, to a life that keeps trying to break you.

That is secondhand faith.

It’s not pretty.

It’s not inspiring.

It’s just honest.

It says: “I’m too ……. to create new belief right now… so I’m going to borrow from the one who already proved it can be done.”

My name is Job and I’m Still Building and Learning.

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Balls of Steel & a Little Bit of Second Hand Stubborn Faith with an inch of resilience.

This morning I was sitting here talking to my best and only true and honest friend, wishing him a happy 65th birthday, and not only in his career over 40 years as mentor but just in his being of a person. While we were on the call, he actually went onto my site and had a look. He told me he’s supportive of what I’m doing just by sending me a whatsapp correcting me on a spelling mistake. Man, that meant the world to me! (That is love that is support).

So there I am — on my cheap Hisense phone, chatting away, but at the same time editing and publishing this mornings inner piece within me as I Am Job. And as I’m looking at this little phone in my hand, something hit me hard.

This cheap phone in my hand that switches off as and when it wants, freezes as and when it wants and is only 8/9 months old has way more computing power than the computer that took men to the Moon safely and brought them back safely on the first trip in the 60’s.

Let that sink in.

The Apollo Guidance Computer — the “brain” of that spaceship — had only about 76 KB of memory. My basic Hisense phone laughs at that number. And yet, with that tiny amount of power, those astronauts landed on the Moon, walked around, and came home safe to live and tell the story for decades afterwards.

They didn’t need the latest and greatest.

They just needed something that worked… and balls of steel to use it, and a reminder of a little bit of faith has worked for others from before.

That’s exactly what I’m learning right now with this blog, a week ago I was still building an impressive website and its taking time, and its new tricks and vocabulary for an old dog at my age to learn and it can be frustrating and everything costs money I don’t have but I will get there someday but on this past miserable lonely Sunday this beautiful blog post site was born with 34 followers already and counting.

I don’t need fancy equipment.

I don’t need to reinvent the wheel or rewrite everything from scratch.

I just need to use what I have — this cheap phone, this simple website, and the faith I can borrow when mine feels small or completely lost as most of the times.

Job’s faith worked.

It was tested. It was stubborn. It was second hand at times.

But it was enough.

And Bob became our uncle and here we are.

So if you’re sitting there today watching dead flowers grow thinking you don’t have the right tools, the perfect setup, or enough faith — stop waiting.

All you need is:

Balls of steel (or at least a little bit of courage)

A little bit of second hand faith ( If it worked for Job it has to work for me somehow / somewhere along the line too).

And the willingness to use what’s already in your hands

We do need tools, yes — but the simplest ones often work best when paired with stubborn faith.

I’m right here with you — also borrowing faith together when we have and need to.

Still Building.

My name is Job – and what’s your name?

What season are you in right now?

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Most days I don’t have fresh, shiny faith.

There’s no one at home speaking life into me. No strong support system. No infrastructure holding me up. It’s only me, no girlfriend, no wife, no children and no sibling’s and no friends except for the doom profits that some how finds me on their radar all the time.

It’s only me.
Every single day is a battle inside my own head and ordinary day to day life — fighting against clients who keep taking but never pay, even though they’ve been with me for years and aren’t struggling, they’re just full of greed and nonsense. It feels like something much bigger than me has decided to conspire against me and is having a great feast at my expense, and with every rich meal their having I’m suffering from the heartburn they should be suffering.

So all I have left, is second hand faith.

I inherited it from a man who went through worse than me. His name was Job.

In all honesty, I don’t know if his pain was truly worse than mine or yours because hurt is hurt and loss is loss so don’t let anyone tell you your not hurting as badly as Job ( Because some people thrive on belittling others at their weakest). I’ve lost almost everything too — children, family, wealth, health, dignity, career, and many things I’m still discovering I lost. I sat in my own version of ashes while my so-called friends dissected my life, looking for where I must have messed up big. They tangled me up so badly that I lost all direction for years and stayed stuck going backwards and went on church searching for answers for many years.

I had a central nervous system breakdown. Then a stroke. The shock and hurt during recovery nearly destroyed me. And through it all, God stayed silent — just like He did with my big brother Job.

But that man kept breathing.
He kept speaking.
He kept arguing with God.
And in the end… God showed up.

So when I wake up with nothing — no money, no diesel, no answers, no strength, no food and no fresh hope — I reach for second hand faith.

I tell myself:
“If it worked for him, and I seem to have inherited his life, then maybe it can still work for me.”
I don’t need to feel it.
I don’t need to understand it.
I just need to trust that someone before me already walked through deeper hell than this and still came out the other side.

Second hand faith is not weak.

It’s honest.
It says: “I’m too tired to generate new belief right now, I’m actually to scared to pray, trust, hope and believe today again because yesterday just like the days before was Royal Cockups. I’ve been let down way too many times already. So I’m going to borrow from the one who already proved it works.”

Job my older brother proved it.
He screamed. He cried. He raged. He questioned everything — and God did not destroy him.
God restored him ………. eventually.

So today, if your faith feels small, used, borrowed, or almost gone… that’s okay.
Hold onto the second hand version.
It has already been battle-tested.
It has already been proven.

My name is Job – and what’s your name?
And what season are you in right now?

I’m right here with you — borrowing faith together when we have to.
Still Building.

Don’t get me wrong, I wish my non paying clients are sitting right here right next to me in my boat.

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If you’re in your darkest moment right now…

I see you.
I know what it feels like when everything is heavy as Hell. When the pain is so deep you can’t even cry properly anymore. When you wake up and the first thought is “not another day of this.” When God feels silent, people feel far, and even breathing feels like too much work.
I’ve been there. I’m still there some days.
You don’t have to be strong right now. You don’t have to have faith. You don’t have to “just trust the process.”. Sometimes the only honest thing you can say is “I’m tired. I’m broken. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

And that’s okay.
You’re not failing.
You’re not weak.
You’re not alone

Sometimes it helps just to say, I inherited Jobs secondhand crap shoes and he got through it so with his old second hand shoes I also inherited his stubborn faith. And that tiny little bit of stubborn faith is all we need.

“By I Am Job – Keeping the Second hand Faith”

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Kind regards

I Am Job