This morning I was studying the story of Joseph from his coat of many colors and the telling of his prophetic dreams, to the jealous brothers casting him into a pit, and then selling him into slavery. But all along God had a plan and He positioned Joseph to save Egypt and Canaan from famine. A good outcome didn’t look possible to the human eye, guided by the flesh.
I was reminded of one of my recent trips to Miami to be supportive to my youngest daughter and visit my almost 8 month old granddaughter, struggling with an infection in her lungs. Since her diagnosis of Cystic Fibrosis, she has fought and won many battles in the short time she has been around to bless us. I attribute this to many prayers.
On the particular morning, the fog was thick and blanketed everything for miles. My travelling progress was impeded as I slowly navigated my way through the unknown. Visibility was limited, and I found myself a little nervous because I couldn’t see the cars coming toward me from miles away and I was unsure of what was creeping up behind me until the headlights broke through the fog. I found myself focusing on the fog and its dangers, ready for the sun to break through and begin to burn it all away.
I felt the stirring of the Holy Spirit as I realized that once again, God was trying to teach me something. You know, if we slow down and pay attention long enough, we can hear that still small voice.
Such is life. In this journey through the vast unknowns with Cali, I know that on the other side of it, there is clarity. I cannot begin to figure it all out now, to predict what is coming or to visualize the hidden hazards along the way. I can apply this to so many situations in life; those where I can barely navigate on a daily basis, much less discern the outcome.
But, this I do know; on the other side of the fog, there is a Son and He always burns for me. His will may not be understandable at times, the outcome may not always make sense to me, but I will continue to live in the knowledge that He wants the best for me. In the midst of a broken, fallen world, He is my hope, my strength and my refuge.
Remember, it was never God’s intention that we live in a broken, fallen world that is filled with sin and hurt and hate. And, He loved us enough to send His Son, to give us a chance at redemption, restoration and an eternal life, a life much more important than the short one we will live out on this earth.