Genesis 43-45
Key Passages/Thoughts:
Gen 45:5-8 - "And now don't be worried or angry with yourselves for selling me here, because God sent me ahead of you to preserve life. For the famine has been in the land these two years, and there will be five more years without plowing or harvesting. God sent me ahead of you to establish you as a remnant within the land and to keep you alive by a great deliverance. Therefore it was not you who sent me here, but God. He has made me a father to Pharaoh, lord of his entire household, and ruler over all the land of Egypt."
Why is humility so hard? For me, it's a pride thing. I talked about this to a certain extent in a previous post, but it's a big issue in my life. Joseph had no problem giving credit where credit is due. When speaking with his brothers, he said that all these things happened because God sent Joseph or provided for Joseph. I'm scared to delve into this subject because of what might come out, but I want to be considered someone who is transparent and real, so here goes.
What is at the core of my pride? Well, we have to travel back in time a little bit to examine the issue. Growing up, I had to wear "coke bottle" glasses due to my poor eye sight. This was the source of my concern for what others cared about me. You could even say that this was the initial wound (a la John Eldridge's "Wild at Heart") that would blossom into a pride issue. From third grade on, I began a journey that brought about the desire for acceptance and approval. It was especially bad in high school. Thankfully, along this journey, God shielded me from a lot of the coping mechanisms people have in this process (drugs, alcohol, fill in the blank), but the wounds sustained during this journey run deep. I believe God sustained through the high school years because I had an awesome group of friends from my church that were pretty tight knit. Wounds encounter during the "formative years," I believe, are the hardest to overcome. As you are trying to discover who you are and who you will be, sustaining criticism and ridicule almost come to define you. At least, that's how it was for my journey. The only was to change that "definition" is to allow God to reshape your way of thinking. I had to learn how He defines me.
I felt as though I had a new beginning going off to college. I got to start over. I would encounter new friends that didn't know about my past. It was here that I began the long journey of healing the wound that was created. However, when you go through a process of releasing many years of wounds, it's not exactly easy. Even now, I struggle with these same issues. When I read passages like this one, God reminds me where my hope is found. Joseph, through all he endured, found identity and purpose in God Himself. God has the tendency to push the limit of what I think I can endure when it comes to this area. I have begun to picture this process as a sculptor with a hammer and chisel sculpting a piece of rock. Each scenario is just another swing of the hammer chipping off another imperfection. Each time I'm pushed to the limit, God is replacing one of those past memories with a new one that is based on Him.
Thank You God that You make all things new. Thank You that You can replace a painful past with a promising future. Thank You that my past doesn't define me, but that I am found in You.
Why is humility so hard? For me, it's a pride thing. I talked about this to a certain extent in a previous post, but it's a big issue in my life. Joseph had no problem giving credit where credit is due. When speaking with his brothers, he said that all these things happened because God sent Joseph or provided for Joseph. I'm scared to delve into this subject because of what might come out, but I want to be considered someone who is transparent and real, so here goes.
What is at the core of my pride? Well, we have to travel back in time a little bit to examine the issue. Growing up, I had to wear "coke bottle" glasses due to my poor eye sight. This was the source of my concern for what others cared about me. You could even say that this was the initial wound (a la John Eldridge's "Wild at Heart") that would blossom into a pride issue. From third grade on, I began a journey that brought about the desire for acceptance and approval. It was especially bad in high school. Thankfully, along this journey, God shielded me from a lot of the coping mechanisms people have in this process (drugs, alcohol, fill in the blank), but the wounds sustained during this journey run deep. I believe God sustained through the high school years because I had an awesome group of friends from my church that were pretty tight knit. Wounds encounter during the "formative years," I believe, are the hardest to overcome. As you are trying to discover who you are and who you will be, sustaining criticism and ridicule almost come to define you. At least, that's how it was for my journey. The only was to change that "definition" is to allow God to reshape your way of thinking. I had to learn how He defines me.
I felt as though I had a new beginning going off to college. I got to start over. I would encounter new friends that didn't know about my past. It was here that I began the long journey of healing the wound that was created. However, when you go through a process of releasing many years of wounds, it's not exactly easy. Even now, I struggle with these same issues. When I read passages like this one, God reminds me where my hope is found. Joseph, through all he endured, found identity and purpose in God Himself. God has the tendency to push the limit of what I think I can endure when it comes to this area. I have begun to picture this process as a sculptor with a hammer and chisel sculpting a piece of rock. Each scenario is just another swing of the hammer chipping off another imperfection. Each time I'm pushed to the limit, God is replacing one of those past memories with a new one that is based on Him.
Thank You God that You make all things new. Thank You that You can replace a painful past with a promising future. Thank You that my past doesn't define me, but that I am found in You.