I have been listening to Joseph's story again especially the part where his brothers who discarded him and now where before him asking for food during the famine. I began to wonder if I would have a Joseph-moment like this one. Would I get to meet a once precious gift again? See I know his face and his voice. He only knows my voice. It could happen.
I would embrace him. I would also drink him in so to speak. I understand the picking-up-where-you-left-off but I have embraced learning everyday and I have changed each day even though it seems a slooooooooow process to the outside world. It has been 3 years. I have changed a lot and it has much to do with being discarded. So if I should be entrusted with a moment like Joseph, I would really look and pick over his all his parts - physical, mental, emotional, spiritual - to take in his old scars to see if he still was that 8yo I fell for, to take in new scares to learn of his battles, and to take in new growth to learn more about the new him. I am picturing the monkeys picking over the furs of others and eating the grubbies!
Ah, wishes and dreams....
I pitch my tent in the land of hope. God works in amazing ways... In this moment God is Fathering him and that I fills me up with peace....
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