New beginnings at times come dressed different, it is for us to discern and dive in.
King Solomon’s ask was needful, a hearing heart is indeed paramount to navigate this journey we are on.
The biggest of blessings I have walked into thus far, especially in the past year, looked far from one when I did.
A deeper call to discernment and sitting it out in trust have been key. Not to say it has been the easiest but definitely totally worth it. A growing trust confidently aware that Papa is faithful to see it through to completion.
Recognizing that God has us on a path of transformation calling us from:
The journey that is the hope we share in, has wreaked havoc in my systems more times than I would like to admit. I have thrown enough tantrums in frustration and asked to opt out of it, well informed that in His arms is the best place I would rather be.
Even there He found me.
Surrounded His child with the support needed and bumped up the weights for the training that has been.
I am reminded of Joseph’s journey to the palace and how every move must have felt like the tipping point of getting over and done with.
In Genesis 37, the platform on which His life took a different direction courtesy of his innocence. He stood untrained and unaware of what it was he bore, indulging his family with every download.
Unknowingly stirring a resentment amongst them.
His brothers where certain they had gotten rid of him. He must have felt abandoned for sure and greatly betrayed. Yet again even in the murk of that situation, God had it all pan out to His glory.
Must have felt like a constant frying pan into the fire situation;
From the comfort of his father’s house to being sold as a slave to the Egyptians.
From the traders to Potiphar’s household scandal
From the scandal to the prison.
Even as he rose the ranks in there and remained diligent, the journey was still longer than imaginable. A series of nightmares perhaps? I know it would feels as so on my end for certain.
It is easy to be lost in the timings and chose not to partake in the wholeness of what has been. An almost moment while in prison, that may probably have ignited a false of hope of its end for Joseph. The bubbling excitement of rest and conclusion of the matter even.
Keeping one’s head above the water amidst what would feel like an intense warfare is a total extreme sport.
The weariness of battle is not a myth for it to be shunned. It runs bone deep. A hope deferred moment that may possibly have your heart sick 🥺.
Joseph stood as one who’s only offense was echoing a revelation received. He still kept at it.
His request to the cupbearer depicted his humanity, he was ready to get out and if that meant a good word being sent to the King, it was fine. The wait and diligence approach had began feeling like a dead end. An experience not lost to me at all, little missy trying to navigate this walk of faith.
I have asked Papa enough times what more is needed out of me to come out of certain spaces. It was where I got to the end of myself and was ready to have his cheat sheet, cash in the extreme fatigue for His rest. It kept feeling like there just have been something I was missing hence my not getting to that place promised. A building frustration that can easily send you over.
Nevertheless, Joseph kept at it and at the end of it all, he gained hindsight perspective. The turnaround was such an unprecedented jaw dropping moment that erased the tumultuous past years.
From behind bars to the palace and second in command to the King.
A total overhaul of what had been a period of tears since he left his father’s household.
This flip of script is the platform on which his family and by the extension, Israel was saved.
Ah! But who is God😭🙌🏼!
His brothers could barely recognize him,
He had to introduce himself to them once again.
The immense transformation courtesy of the journey that had been,
such grace covered him that he looked nothing like the brother they knew.
Pause.
Let us allow that reality to sink in.🙆🏽♀️
I am aware that it is difficult while in the pit to wrap one’s mind over the eventuality of that palace moment.
Truth however remains to be that we serve a faithful God.
Here is a reminder that:
The tears were never in vain.
The frustration was a push to create capacity.
The isolation and loss served to recentre through a perspective shift.
The fire was indeed to refine.
Strength training is called for as the promise awaits.
It truly was essential for Joseph to go through the pit for him to steer through the palace.
Happy Holidays Loves!❤️
HIGHCARBLIVING 