Not so with Job's wife. Almost everything that happened to him also happened to her. Everything except for the boils. The loss of wealth, stature in the community and worse of all the death of her children all at one time.
She was unable to turn to God for her comfort. She felt like it was all Job's fault. Because of that she couldn't go to him for comfort. She missed out on not only fellowship with Job in going through this together but also with God who could heal her hurting heart.
By not seeking God for her pain she became bitter. Not only with God but with Job. She felt that her life would be better if Job would just curse God and die. Then all of this suffering would stop.
Several years ago, my husband was in a serious car accident. He was hit in the left rear by a one ton truck that ran the red light at full speed. The force of the impact spun him around 180 and threw his car into the other lane of traffic. Thanks to the way the lights were set up that lane was red too.
He ended up with disc in his neck and back bulging, a shoulder injury and a brain injury. The ER doctor did nothing, didn't even come in and explain what they found. He had the nurse give us the prescriptions and if the symptoms don't get better see your doctor.
I could feel for him having gone through a couple major accidents myself. However, I never had a brain injury. My husband said that his head felt like his brain had been replaced with his heart.
We went to a couple of neurologist before we found one that was able to identify at least five spots on his brain that showed where it had been bleeding. A current MRI showed that they were healed and that basically it was going to take time for it to heal.
The first year he would work, including over time, come home and sleep. During this time I spent much time on his behalf in prayer and as a means of comfort for me. Knowing that this was something that only God can heal.
Didn't really like that we were down to just one car until the insurance settled and that wouldn't be until all of his doctors released him from treatment. It also meant that if I needed the car I would have to take him to work and pick him back up. Dragging our two young boys at the time out of bed at 5 in the morning.
Not once did I think of telling him to curse God and die. All I could think of that he was still alive. Broken and messed up but alive.
Seven years later he still suffers from some of the effects of the brain injury when he gets stressed out.
When we miss out on fellowship with God when times are hard, we miss out on a lot of blessings that He has planned for us.