Sitting across the table over her pancakes and coffee and my quiche and water, I listened as she spilled out the events of her last few months.
On a normal day in the ordinary of life, she’d uncovered something odd. She pulled at one thread and then another and now found herself holding the remains of her unraveled life.
Her trust and love had been sabotaged by deceit and infidelity.
How in the world do you move forward with the frayed remnants of life as it was, much less help children walk through their own tangled emotions?
I had no solutions. We prayed and put it all before God, but her legitimate fear left me wondering how this would end.
Against the overwhelm of circumstances, parenting struggles, thin finances, a new diagnosis, we often see no way out. We are helpless and we’re left wondering how it will end.
See, God doesn’t just redeem us for himself. He redeems our stories for himself.
And what the enemy means for evil — to split our faith and families wide open – God uses for good.
Joseph declared this. He’d been thrown into a pit; sold as a slave; taken from everything he knew and loved; separated from family for decades; wrongly accused despite his honesty, hard work and integrity; wrongly imprisoned; and left in prison despite his hard work and innocence.
Through all of it, Joseph could say that his brothers “intended to harm [him], but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.”
This didn’t dawn on Joseph once he saw the ending. This was a guiding principle – that God no matter the circumstances, God holds the ending.
When we are God’s, Satan never triumphs. While he may press, though people may disappoint, though life as we know it can unravel, they don’t get the final say!
There is always, always, always a but God.