I hear the testimonies…
People who were put in hard situations and remained faithful. Diamonds forged by the pressures of adversity. Gold refined by the fire of tribulation.
Yeah, that’s not me.
I came to Jesus from difficulty. Truly encountered him and have seen my response to betrayal, illness, fears and sorrows. And I always choose wrong.
In one sense, though many things are going so well, I feel the desert around me. And I’ve still been choosing fear and bitterness, depression and anger.
In the comparison with Joseph’s life, I’m the guy that slept with the wife and probably got impaled (did they have worse executions). If facing the fiery furnace with Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, I’m the coward crawling on the floor, worshiping the lie of another god.
Yet God chose me, and not only did He choose me, He is still choosing me.
And He didn’t choose me to just get me out of hell. He chose me for a purpose, a calling, something amazing.
What amazes me even more is that He walks with me! Not sidestepping when I fall in the faeces. Not waiting for me to clean myself off. He is with me every step, in every pit, never letting go of me.
So that leads me to today. Another day to choose. Another day to live.
He’s not giving up on me.
Maybe I won’t either.
Hard to tell since I’m not Joseph…
I think I just heard someone rattling some keys…..
Maybe it’s the baker and the cupbearer…
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