The final culmination of the historical recount of Joseph’s life is my most favorite part of all. When my heart needs encouragement, Joseph’s restoration is one of the best places to go. I need to be reminded that no matter what it looks like and no matter what it feels like, God is working on my behalf, and He has the power to transform my situation into something beautiful.
One of the many benefits we get from reading God’s Word is the example of everyday, regular people just like you and me. Granted, they were in a totally different time period, but the similarities are what make the Biblical examples relevant for today. Just like Joseph and the people of his time, we make a living, cultivate relationships, fit in with our cultural beliefs, obey laws, as well as look for ways to make a meaningful contribution to life.
Do you recall the story of Joseph and the coat of many colors? This historical account of Joseph’s life is one of heroic redemption, perseverance, and a true testament of forgiveness. But what I’m most drawn to is the power of his ordinary, day-to-day example of steadfast faith despite the cruelty and injustice he experienced.
I love the outdoors. It’s where I go to relax. I can watch a sunrise or a sunset for hours. The sky is an ever-changing canvas filled with the Master’s brushstrokes and color pallet.
As I get older I’ve often said, “Oh, to be 21 again.” But I’m also quick to add that I would not go back unless I can do so knowing what I now know. There are enough mistakes and displays of poor judgment that I do not wish to relive. The only reason worth going back would be to make amends, right my wrongs and do a better job the second time around.
Recently I heard an old song I knew all the words to when growing up. The main chorus was, “I just need your love tonight.” The lead singer was quite clear about his intentions. He simply wanted her love for the night, nothing more. I wondered why he bothered to say love; it was obvious he only wanted sex. Was he confused or was he trying to confuse the young lady?
A couple of weeks ago the world collectively held its breath. From all around the globe we were on the same team rooting for the same outcome. We wanted the coach and every single one of the boys on the Wild Boar youth soccer team to make it out of the cave alive.
I find myself in a position that is filled with fear. I don’t mean I’m afraid something bad is going to happen to me. I’m fearful because, since my husband’s death, it’s slowly creeping into my realization that I have to redefine myself.
In the grand scheme of things, I feel like it took me forever to define my gifts and talents. Even when God pointed them out to me, I was hesitant to connect with them because I personally hadn’t put any value on them.
