At Home With Kate. . .

So I'm home with Kate today, she's sick (again) with strep (again) and Jill was dying to get out of the house and attend BSF.  As I was sitting with my baby girl catching up on all the old "Phineas and Ferb" episodes I've missed, I started browsing facebook and stumbled on the blog of a childhood friend.  Sitting there in the bedroom reading the blog I was reminded of Gods provision, protection and blessing.  Many times all I see is the negative (I know this comes as a great surprise to all of you who know me well), but this morning I was reminded that God has protected and provided for us in ways we don't deserve and couldn't have imagined. 

I'm reminded of the story of Joseph - his brothers hated him, he was sold into slavery, given an amazing job in Potiphar's house only to be thrown into prison for unfounded accusations by Potiphar's wife.  Later, interpreted some dreams, and long story short, became one of the most powerful men in the land.  I'm pretty sure as each of these things were happening he might have become frustrated, sad, depressed, upset, etc.  He had no crystal ball to know what God had planned.  He had no foreknowledge of how it would all work out in the end.  All he knew was he loved God.  His desire was to bring honor to the Father. 

I have no idea what the future holds for us.  Everything we know could change in an instant.  The past three weeks demonstrated this - our friends have experienced a fatal car accident, a business burning down, and a headache that turned into brain surgery.  There is one thing I know, just as God was working in Joseph's life, he's working in ours.  Everything...every decision, every mistake, every word, every move...God is working.  I believe that with every ounce of my being (and that's a lot of ounces!).

It's my prayer that even in my own weakness, stupidity, selfishness, and sometimes small view of God's plan, I would bring honor to my Father and seek to love him with all I have.