Joseph wonders about Father God’s promises.
It’s so dark and damp down here. Luckily there was some mud at the bottom to help break my fall.
Although I’m sure it has ruined my robe, even though it can’t see to tell.
How did my life get to this point? I thought everything was going so well.
I thought everyone loved me.
Today started out as any other day. I was relaxing at home with my father. We were discussing the Lord and His great promise for our family. He promised to my great-grandfather one day his people would be a great nation.
Great-grandpa had one kid. My grandfather had two. Now my father had twelve. It looked as if this promise was finally becoming reality.
Father believed we would all play a part in the fulfilling this promise. Although, he has told me he thinks it may be through my line that the most rewards come.
This robe father gave me was to signify the promise of the Lord for me. It was to remind me to be better, braver, and to trust the Lord in everything.
It seemed to be a reminder for my brothers as well. For quite some time it is all they could talk about. They’d ask me questions and make comments about the robe all the time.
“Nice robe, Joseph!”
“How’s God’s promise coming along today, Joseph?”
“Don’t you have something better to do than sitting around her with us, Joseph?”
It seemed father’s idea was working. The robe was a constant reminder.
It was a reminder for us all of the Lord’s promises.
Now, as I sit at the bottom of this cistern I wonder if father really knew what he was talking about.
Why would my brothers turn on me? Was this a game they had come up with while tending to father’s flocks? Were they testing my resolve to push me to be better?
Or maybe they don’t like me. I’ve never wondered that before. They always seemed so lighthearted with me. They always joked and laughed when I was around. I thought it was my presence which put them in a great mood.
It was why I was so eager to come check on them today. Father thought it a good idea for me to see what they were up to and report back to him.
Sometimes they were easily distracted and got off the tasks at hand.
Had something changed about their attitude towards me?
Have they ever liked me?
If they don’t like me, does father even like me?
Does the Lord?
I just don’t understand. Everyone seemed so happy for me the other day when I told them about my dreams.
These two different dreams about how the Lord will use me were so well received.
I had one dream about how their sheaves of grain turned and bowed down to mine. After I concluded they were all staring at me so intently that I went ahead and told them about the second dream.
In the second dream the sun, moon, and eleven stars bowed to me.
“Unbelievable,” Judah had said before walking away.
“Are you serious?” Rueben asked.
They were in such a state of disbelief. It was the same feeling I had when I had awaken from my dream. I couldn’t believe the Alford would provide me with such an insight.
Now, though, I am not sure how those dreams could ever come true.
My life suddenly feels like a deep, dark void, much like this pit where I’m sitting.
Why would this happen to me? I’m Joseph! I’ve never treated anyone with anything but respect.
I’m sure tears are leaving stains on my cheeks but it’s too dark to see any of it so it doesn’t matter.
Does anything even matter?
Where are you, my God? How could you let this happen to me?
What good can come from such a wretched situation?
You made a promise to my father! Do You not plan to keep it?
Wait, a rope is being lowered. It would seem this has been some sort of strange game my brothers were playing after all!
The light from the top of the cistern is getting closer.
I’m glad all is being set right.
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