I'm Just Like Joseph

As I read through Genesis 39 this morning, the idea of God's continuous care for and rememberance of Joseph throughout his life really stuck out to me. 

Bad things, awful things, HORRIBLE things happened to poor Joseph this morning. He was sold BY HIS BROTHERS into slavery in a foreign country. Then, after overcoming that he was wrongly accused and thrown into prison for a crime he didn't commit! 

Now my days may not be as bad as Joseph's (HALLELUJAH), but they can still have their low moments. My kid may get cavities and my coffee pot may explode onto my kitchen counter at 5:07am. My school plans may completely flop and leave me feeling like the worst homeschool teacher/Mom on the entire Gulf Coast. My daughter might spill the last third of a gallon of milk into my freshly mopped floors right on the heels of the 17th potty accident of the day that just so happened to occur on top of a freshly folded basket of laundry. 6:47pm may come and my husband may still be three hours away from coming home, leaving me to feed all the mouths and floss all the teeth and say all the prayers and clean up all the things BY MYSELF for the third night that week. I may unknowingly wash and dry a fabric markered Tshirt with my big kid's laundry without heat setting the ink and then therefore stain EVERY SINGLE THING with smears of purple and orange and navy blue ink smears. (By the way, "No heat setting required" is a big, fat, gigantic lie. Thanks for nothing, Tulip.) 

I may not be in a prison wrongly accused of a crime I didn't commit, but I am sometimes trapped in a house filled with three kiddos who can get into enough mischief, madness and mayhem that makes me question my sanity and my serenity and my salvation. 

(Not really my salvation. But almost.) 

I love how Moses was inspired to remind us of God's continuous remembrance of Joseph.  

(I saw that clearly in verses 2 and 21. Those were my jam, y'all. They are underlined with all the ink.)  Moses tells us of Joseph's injustices, of the unfair deck that was stacked against him, of how everything seemed to be turned against him, how dark these times were for Joseph. BUT THEN, in the very next breath, Moses gives us  hope. He reminds us that God never forgot Jospeh. How He never NOT saw his suffering. His pain. His abandonment. His loneliness. As isolated as Joseph seemed in the moment, he was never outside God's plan. His vision. His sheltering wing. 

I NEEDED TO REMEMBER THAT. 

"Now Jospeh had been taken down to Egypt; and Potiphar, an Egyptian officer of Pharoah, the captain of the bodyguard, bought him from the Isaelites, who had taken him down there. And the LORD was with Joseph, so he became a successful man." -Genesis 39:1-2

"So Joseph's master took him and put him into the jail, the place where the king's prisoners were confined: and he was there in jail. But the LORD was with Joseph and extended kindness to him..." -Genesis 39:20-21

These verses were such a refreshing reminder for me. They were a balm to my soul, washing over my lonesome spirit like how that first sip of my morning coffee fills me with warmth from the inside out. Staying home, while the biggest blessing I could have ever imagined, has also left me feeling surprisingly isolated sometimes. Surrounding myself with a small army of kids that I created can come with its fair share of battles. The benefits I glean from staying home are innumerable, but the cost can be high. And, during those  lonely times when all I have are Sofia the First, Little Einsteins and Curious George for company; when I actually welcome the call from the windshield repair company because it means that I'll actually have an ADULT to talk to for even a few minutes- it's good for me to remember that I'm just like Joseph. Because while I may be lonely, I'm never alone.