SPARE HIS LIFE

“And the Lord said to Satan, ‘Behold, he is in your hand, but spare his life.” — Job 2:6

While rushing for my lift, reading chapter 2 of the Book of Job. I pondered a puzzling question: "If Satan took everything from Job but spared his life as God instructed, what is life's meaning?" It's a tough question to consider in the morning, right?

"Real life cannot be touched by loss"

There are moments when everything we know as life seems to strip away. Today you are filthy rich and tomorrow all has been taken away, just like that!

The things that once gave meaning of life like comfort, good health, family, stability — can vanish in a single breath or a blink of an eye, and we may ask, “What is left? What is life when everything is gone then? How can i live a purposeful life if i dont understand the meaning of life itself?”— "why am i even asking myself difficult questions in the morning?"

Job's Life gave me the hint that answered my question in a sacred way , "What life is then?"

When God told satan to spare Job’s life, He wasn’t protecting Job’s comfort — He was guarding something eternal in him "his soul"— The only sacred being that connects us to Him.

The body could be touched, the family could be touched, the health could be touched, and the comfort— all visible, materialistic, replaceable things could definitely be touched and destroyed, but not the breath of God within him.

Job lost everything, that in modern days defines life, but not the presence of God that sustained him. God was simply saying to satan , “You can touch what is temporary, but you cannot take what is Mine." How marvelous is that?, the borderline of life itself and comfort itself clearly distinguished in one man? God drew a sacred borderline on satan right there, because He cared and loved Job. This can be us today.

"I am touched by earth’s realities, but not really touched — for what defines my existence in me cannot be bruised by what falls away." — Rethabile Tseki

Life, then, is not measured by what we hold in our hands — but by Who holds our heart. The only one true God.

Life is not the abundance of things earth measures as great success of life, but the endurance of the soul that still believes when everything else is gone, this is a divine shift of perspective, from carnal to spirit.

The world has taught us that life is pleasure, status, control, false power and progress. But those are only shadows. Real life — the kind that God protects and is pleased with — is spirit, breath, and faith that still whispers “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him —Job 13:15”

You may be in a Job-like season, where what’s left of you feels small, tired, or broken. But take courage: your true life is untouchable. God’s hand still holds the soul that breathes through the ashes. When you have nothing left but God — you finally see that He was your life all along. Read the poem below:

The Breath That Remains”

If i could know what life really is,

I pray i could live it as is,

But the giver of life gives a way,

in truth and in life.

When i begin to loose everything,

and silence sits heavy where laughter once lived,

when skin becomes a map of pain,

The embodiment of earth's struggles,

When the mirror shows a stranger in me.

The vessel i was knew, turned completely strange,

Which way do i lean?

If i could know what life really is,

I pray i could live it as is,

But the giver of life gives a way,

in truth and in life.

We call beauty, success, applause — life.

We call status, power, influence— life.

But they are only reflections in rainwater —shimmering,

shallow, gone when the wind changes.

Real life cannot be touched by loss.

It does not bleed when dreams fall apart,

It does not bleed in a pit like Joshua,

Not helplessly like a leaper lay waste at noon,

It sits deep in the soul —quiet, unwavering

Job found it in the ashes.

Eyes swollen with grief,

heart split wide open —and yet,

somewhere inside,

something eternal was still standing.

Which way do i lean?

No, i dont lean I STAND!

If all I have left is a heartbeat and a whisper,

I still have enough.

I still have life.

I still have Him.

And when i rise again from my ruin,

I know what the world never taught me to lean

That my life was never what i possess,

but what He breathed into me.

Prayer: Lord, remind me that life is more than breath and body — it is the soul You sustain within me. When I lose what I thought I couldn’t live without, help me see that I still have You. Teach me to live anchored in the eternal, not deceived by the fading. Breathe in me again, until I remember: my life is hidden in You. Amen.