0 Chapters0 Books0 People0 Places

When Life Was Actually Bussin.

Job 29 — When your whole life was a W and then God went silent

5 min read

Key Takeaways

Job isn't mourning his bag or his mansion — he's mourning God's friendship, and that reframe hits harder than anything else in this book.

Job spent his whole life comforting people in mourning — now he's the one in ashes with nobody returning that energy, and the irony is devastating.
Job didn't just avoid evil — he broke the fangs of the wicked and snatched victims from their teeth, which is what real righteousness actually looks like.
When Job walked to the city gate, elders stood and princes went silent — not because he demanded it, but because walking with God like that just shows.
He had the whole retirement plan mapped out and it wasn't even delusional — God just rewrote the entire plot without warning.

📢 Chapter 29 — The Glory Days 👑

is deep in his suffering, sitting in ashes, scraping his sores, surrounded by friends who keep telling him he must have messed up somehow. And in the middle of all that pain, he does what anyone would do — he looks back. Back to when life was good. Back to when everything made sense.

This chapter is pure nostalgia, but it hits different because Job isn't just missing comfort — he's missing closeness with God. Every memory he brings up traces back to one thing: God was with him. And now? Silence.

The Good Old Days ✨

opened his mouth again and just let the grief pour out — not anger this time, but longing. Raw, aching longing for what used to be:

Inside this Chapter

Grief Identity Suffering Depression Loneliness

Share this chapter

Link copied!

"I wish I could go back to how things were — back in the days when God was watching over me. When His light was on my life and I could walk through any darkness because He was right there. Back when I was in my prime, when the friendship of God rested on my household. When the Almighty was still with me. When my kids were all around me. When every step I took was blessed — like my path was paved with butter and even the rocks were pouring out olive oil for me."

Job isn't just talking about being rich. He's talking about in every detail of his life — his family, his home, his daily walk. The abundance was real, but it was a symptom of something deeper: God's friendship. That's what he missed most. 🫶

The Respect Was Real 👑

wasn't just at home. When he stepped into public, the energy shifted:

"When I walked to the city gate and took my seat in the square — the young men saw me and stepped back out of respect. The elders stood up when I arrived. The princes stopped mid-sentence and covered their mouths. The nobles went completely silent — their tongues stuck to the roof of their mouths."

This wasn't for clout's sake. Job didn't demand this. People just recognized that this man carried something real. When you walk with God like that, it shows. The respect wasn't performative — it was earned. No cap. 💯

Why They Respected Him 🤝

Here's the thing — wasn't just some wealthy guy people feared. They respected him because of what he did with his position:

"Everyone who heard about me called me blessed. Everyone who saw me approved. Why? Because I rescued the poor when they cried for help. I stepped up for the fatherless who had nobody. The person who was about to die blessed me. I made the widow's heart sing with joy."

And then Job described his character like it was something he wore:

"I put on righteousness and it clothed me. My justice was like a robe and a turban. I was eyes to the blind and feet to the lame. I was a father to the needy. I took up cases for people I didn't even know. I broke the fangs of the wicked and snatched their victims right out of their teeth."

That last image goes hard. Job wasn't passive about injustice — he actively went after it. He didn't just avoid doing ; he hunted down evil and stopped it. That's what real looks like — not just being good, but being good for someone. ✨

The Plan That Never Happened 🌳

And because life was so good, had every reason to believe it would stay that way:

"I thought, 'I'm going to die peacefully in my own home. My days are going to be as many as grains of sand. My roots will reach the water, my branches will stay fresh with dew all night. My honor will never fade. My strength will keep renewing itself.'"

Job had the whole retirement plan mapped out. Long life, legacy, . He wasn't being arrogant — he was simply reading the story God seemed to be writing. And then the plot took a turn nobody saw coming. That's what makes this chapter ache — it's not delusion. It was a reasonable expectation that got shattered. 💔

When Everyone Waited on Your Words 🎤

closes with one more memory — how people used to hang on his every word:

"People listened to me and waited. They kept silent for my counsel. After I spoke, nobody spoke again — my words landed on them like rain. They waited for me like they waited for spring showers, mouths open, ready to receive."

"When they had lost confidence, I smiled at them and it restored them. The light of my face they didn't reject. I chose the direction and sat as chief among them. I lived like a king among his troops — like someone who comforts those in mourning."

That last line is everything. Job wasn't a tyrant. He was a leader who comforted people. He had authority AND . Power AND tenderness. The kind of leader everyone wants but rarely gets. And now he's the one sitting in ashes, with nobody comforting him the way he comforted others. The irony is devastating. 🕊️