If ever someone had a right to complain, it was Job. He lost his children, his house, farm, and everything else, including his health. Then his wife turned against him as did his best friends. But Job hung in there and took the grief and heartbreak without blaming God. His friends thought he was guilty and urged him to confess his sins. But he had not sinned. If ever someone needed nourishment of the soul, it was Job.

“My soul is weary of my life.” - Job 10:1

A Civil War soldier abandoned his post. He was caught, found guilty of desertion, and sentenced to die by firing squad. Somehow, this reached President Lincoln who intervened, pardoned the soldier, and provided a signed letter of clemency. The soldier rejoined the ranks and served with distinction. Two years later he died in battle. In one of his pockets was the letter. He kept it with him every day.

Imagine God providing you a signed letter stating your full pardon from sin. Would you copy it, fold it, and keep it with you? Would you frame the original and hang it on your living room wall? Would you send copies to everyone you know? At the very least you would know the feeling of your soul being nurtured and nourished.