Yet. The word that holds promise and fate. The word that can mean a future or the death of dreams. The word that conceals all the underlying secrets and desires of life. Yet. It bespeaks of obstacles and opportunities for triumph. It begs one to find truth, seize it, and move forward. It speaks of risks and victory. It is tension and resolution. Yet. It stands as an open door, and act of faith. “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.” Yet.
For Job his yet was not without consequences. The yet in his life caused him pain. Job’s yet was his faith. Job’s yet was the thread that bound him to his Maker. Job’s yet was the dangerous yet vital thread that preserved his life. Job’s yet was symbolic of his life and destiny.
So, what does your yet look like?