There is no indication that God explained to Joseph what He was doing through those many years of heartache or how the pieces would eventually fit together. He had no ways of knowing that he would eventually enjoy a triumphal reunion with his family. He was expected, as you and I are, to live out his life one day at a time in something less than complete understanding. What pleased God was Joseph’s faithfulness when nothing made sense.
It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams.
A disastrous flaw in our design is that the heart always defies the brain.
When you leave,
weary of me,
without a word I shall gently let you go.
But I will not repine. It cannot last long. He will be forgot, and we shall all be as we were before.
With peaks of joy and valleys of heartache, life is a roller coaster ride, the rise and fall of which defines our journey. It is both scary and exciting at the same time.
I had heard the wind from the mountains calling me last night, telling me it was my time to go, and I woke up, knowing what to do.
The world was simply too cruel; how could I survive?
I didn’t know what to say. It kind of hurt just to look at her, in a way i’d forgotten. Sort of like a splinter – not when you first get it under your skin, but the slow ache after it has been taken out.
He faced Doug. His eyes were wet. “I am not one of your tricks, Douglas.”
“Of course, you’re not.”
“That’s what I feel like tonight, seeing you in there with all those bodies. One of a thousand nights. One of a thousand fucks. And fuck you for making me feel this way. And fuck you again for making me say fuck in this beautiful place.