Life isn’t always easy, in fact, I would
argue most of the time it isn’t. Everyone goes through stuff, everyone has a
story. This is a little piece of mine.
At first, I really identified with Joseph.
God gave him a dream, he spoke to him in a very real way, with a word, and from
a God who can’t lie, a word, or a dream means a promise. Crap happened, but
Joseph never let go of his dream. How do I know? When he was in the bottom pit
of a jail cell for something he didn’t do and someone said, “I had this weird
dream last night…” What does Joseph say? “OMG! Don’t even mention dreams around
me, I’m getting as far away from dreams as I can, it was a stupid dream that
got me here in the first place!” Nope. He actually said, “You’re in luck, man,
I can interpret dreams.” He wasn’t afraid of dreams, he could have let the
enemy tell him, ‘You can’t interpret dreams, you fool, remember the last dream
you tried to interpret? Your interpretation was totally rejected by everyone
you loved. Even your father rebuked you! No one believed you! In fact, it made
your brothers hate you more and turn on you, you’re here in this stinking pit
because of that very dream. You should have kept your mouth shut and none of
this would have ever happened.’ Hmmm…. Sound familiar? Satan may be cunning but
he certainly uses the same pick up lines over the centuries. The sad part is
many times we fall for it. The same old ones. So why get new ones?
No matter how ugly things got, how hopeless,
how far from that dream, Joseph believed God. And guess what? His dream came to
pass! And right in the face of those who had disbelieved, those who rebuked
him, even hated him for what he dreamed, they all saw it come to pass. He was
honored in the face of everyone who had opposed him. I’m sure Joseph didn’t
know exactly how that dream was going to play out, he didn’t know the timing,
or the details, but he knew the dream and he held on to it no matter what. I
mean, after all, it was many years before Joseph saw his dream come to pass,
and a lot of things happened to make it possible. I think one of the wisest
things ever said was by Joseph himself, “You intended to harm me, but God
intended it for good…” (Genesis 50:20)
I was given a dream, too. I thought I
understood it, but I guess I didn’t, because as my crap happened life threw me
a couple of curve balls I wasn’t expecting, they didn’t fit into my plan, my
interpretation. So should I throw away my dream completely? Maybe it wasn’t
from God… No way! I know that God spoke to me way back when He gave me the
dream, which was indeed rejected by many, that I would be opposed, and things
would happen that I couldn’t anticipate, but hold fast, because someday my
dream will be fulfilled before my eyes and they eyes of all those who rejected
it from the beginning. He spoke to me about Joseph. I choose to believe Him. He has never let me down.
Now, I’m starting to feel a little like Job. Job
said, “What I feared has come upon me; what I dreaded has happened to me”. (Job
3:25). I feel a little like Job, like my whole life has just gone up in flames.
What I have feared the most has come upon me. My worst nightmare. It’s hard to
cope, and sometimes I feel like giving up. Luckily… “When I tried to give up,
Lord, you never gave up on me.” (Peter Furler, ‘Reach’).
God is still faithful, my father still hears
me cry, and cares. It’s hard to understand what happened, and I feel like such
a failure, but I know that I know that Romans 8:28 is the word of God,
therefore it must be true. (“And we know that in all things God works for the
good of those who love Him…” Romans 8:28). I have to believe that, and I have
to hold onto it. I have to remember that He still has a plan. (“’For I know the
plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm
you, plans to give you a hope and a future.’”)
I
am still believing your word, Lord, that no matter what happens, and no matter
what the devil tried to tell me, no matter what the world says, even people I
love, that your word is truth, and you are always going to be here with me. And
even when I epically screw everything up, you can still redeem my mistakes,
your mercies are new every morning. (Lamentations 3:22-23). Please forgive me
for hurt that I have caused by my failure, my humanness. Please, bless those I
have failed and lift them up. Please, love and heal them. Please, clean up this
mess I call my life! And the mess I’ve made for others. Thank you, Father. And
have mercy on me, because I desperately need it.
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