Oh, how I long for those distant days to draw near.
Though time moves slowly in this prison of my thoughts, hope remains alive because I know the One who hears me never truly stays silent.
When Joseph sat in the dark of his cell, he waited for a human voice to declare his innocence.
No-one spoke for him, so he anchored his soul to the One who cannot fail.
From the depths of the cistern to the cold stone of the prison, he walked a blind path, completely unaware that his footsteps were leading him to the throne of Egypt.
Generations later, Israel stood trembling at the edge of the Red Sea. Fear, tears and a heavy hopelessness ruled the shore.
Even Moses, who had looked upon the face of God, did not know what wonders lay ahead until he raised his hands and looked to the heavens.
Joseph prayed only for release, but Heaven designed him to be a rescuer.
The bitter tears wept in the pit, and the prison was merely the prelude to tears of overwhelming joy.
He never imagined his identity would be rewritten as Zaphenath-Paneah — the one who saves.
Perhaps, clothed in royal robes, he later visited those prison walls just to marvel at the divine wisdom that spins triumph out of tragedy.
We are led through these shadowed valleys simply to be drawn closer to the Father's heart.
The night may endure, but a dawn of joy is promised. When God, the grand Artist, sketches the canvas of our lives, He moves with a variety of pencils.
He maps our horizon with broad, heavy strokes, but then He sharpens the graphite, pressing into the page to etch the fine, delicate details that bring the final picture to breathtaking perfection.
There is hope because the artist has not dropped the pencil. Just as a negative transforms into a photograph, the blank page in God's hands becomes a vibrant image of his design for us.
Lose no hope, O my soul; in Christ Jesus there is a goal. Heroes of faith had to do His bidding, but God never forgot to bless them all with a happy ending.
Maranatha, Jesus is coming.
Prayer: Lord Jesus, I am a sinner. I believe that you died on the cross for my sins. Forgive my sins. Come into my life.
I receive you as my personal saviour. Be the Lord of my life, save my soul and remember me when you come back as King. Thank you, Jesus.
Rev Elwyn Enos
St Andrew’s Anglican Church
13°C