Then I remembered, one word, one name, a name I mentioned to my little sister as we shared our moment of "me too" talking on the phone earlier today. The name is Joseph.
We was a most beloved son, obvioiusly a beloved son of Jacob his father but also a beloved son of God, who gave this young man prophetic dreams of a glorious future. He saw, in his dreams, his father and mother and all of his brothers bowing down to him...
Fast forward a little while and Joseph finds himself
in a pit
sold as a slave
put into prison
Yet God hadn't forgotten about Joseph
God's plan did not hit a delay.
God's purposes for Joseph's life were right on time.
I have found during seasons of waiting that it is tempting to feel like God's blessings got stuck in traffic. Sometimes it is easier to think that maybe we were wrong to hope for that thing, you know that little hope or dream or idea God has put on our hearts, than to fight for hope in the moments when reality is staring us in the face.
Suddenly Joseph is brought before the Pharoh to interpret the great ruler's dreams and he is subsequenly given the position of second in command in the most powerful empire in that part of the world. Joseph waited a lot longer than he ever thought he would but he also rose to even greater prominance that he must have ever thought he would too.
So yes, this season of waiting may be taking forever to come to an end, and yes maybe you are holding onto promises while you are in your own personal pit, and maybe the reallity of your situation is the complete and total opposite of where you thought you'd be by this point.
But I am saying this to you and I'm really saying this to me: let hope arise.
God has not forgotten you
God has not hit the pause button on his plan for your life
Neither have you irrevocably screwed up God's pruposes for your life
The waiting may be long but the end is going to be something else:
Greater than we dared to ask or think or even imagine.