I believed so. Yet my family hated me the most!
My brothers despised me and even my beloved father was suspicious of the dreams I had.
Who would think that mere dreams will spark hatred? I cannot even control my dreams.
I recalled when I carefully described how their sheaves of grain bowed before mine. I remembered clearly how the stars, sun and moon bowed down too.
Abruptly, they shoot me with words of hatred. “So you think we should bow down to you?”
My knees trembled. I did not intend to disrespect them.
But then, it happened. My brothers sold me to the Ishmaelites as a slave. It was like a punch in the gut and it hurts straight to my heart. At the age of seventeen, my family had forsaken me.
I won’t forget that time when I was stripped off of my colorful robe – that special gift from my father. I felt so disarmed, so weak.
Honestly, I am more scared than hurt.
What can they do to a young slave boy? Will I die of intense beating or starve to death?
My mind was overwhelmed. I had no one to draw strength from.
At first, my heart streamed with hatred towards my brothers. But then, years passed and I experienced more suffering inside the prison cell and inside my heart.
I cannot do it on my own.
Abuse, lies and false accusations – these I had to face alone!
Yet I was never alone.
People, my loved ones, tried to harm me but God protected me.
He was my only strong foundation when everybody else found pleasure in cursing me.
God intervened. From being the dreamer, He made me interpret dreams of other people and that brought me to my real purpose in this world.
I unraveled Pharaoh’s dreams to prepare Egypt for the famine.
Maybe you are experiencing hardships and betrayal within your family. You may now be losing your hope in them, but never lose hope in God.
No matter how hard life is, know that God’s arms are never short. He is reaching out to you and will surely bring you to your real destination.
In my case, Pharaoh immediately gave me authority to prepare for the coming famine. My nearsightedness made me see that I was only to help Egypt. But then, God sees far beyond that. After being second to Pharaoh in governing the land, I was also able to protect my family.
This was after all the sufferings and loneliness I went through.
After all the distrust, even from my loving father, and after all that my brothers did to me.
After going through grave difficulties of being a slave and getting imprisoned without a just cause.
God had been with me, and reconciled me to Him in the midst of my afflictions. He carried me through and even made reconciliation with my family possible.
When I saw my father and brothers, I realized that blood really is thicker than water. What evil that was intended for me, God turned it for good. Their presence in the state of calamity moved me to true forgiveness.
I had a change of heart. I saw their need and it dispelled all the hatred and everything that I had against them.
I know that God avenged me. There is no room for revenge anymore. This was the family that I had and no matter what this was the family that I loved.
So, I can say this with full confidence – It is never too late for healing and reconciliation in your family too.
To better relationships in your family,
Read more about Joseph –Genesis 37, 39, 48:1-22; Genesis 49:22-26; Genesis 50; Joshua 24:32; Acts 7:9; Exodus 13:19; Psalm 105:17-22; Psalm 80:1-7; Hebrews 11:22; Psalm 105:17