I Am Not Job

I cannot have everything taken from me and my family and praise the name of the Lord. I just cannot do it. There must be a limit on these so called life trials. There must be a limit on how many "tests" of faith are presented to me. Even a dog growls at the Master he loves if he is beaten down too much. They say God has a plan. What plan? The starvation plan? The frequent flier customer at a pawn shop plan? WHAT PLAN?!? Why does the Lord need to be loved with all of these calamities in life? Is He a stalker or something? "I'll boil your bunny, but you have to love me." Is that how it is going to be? I AM NOT JOB!