The Brunt of Someone’s Lies

Genesis 38-40

I’m familiar with being the brunt of someone’s lies. Twisted details. Demented story telling. Mangled truth at best. Nothing you do can prevent the collateral damage and fallout that pursues. And you stand there amidst fragmented pieces of reality wondering how to pick your life back up off the floor, not knowing how you got there in the first place. I have a feeling Joseph felt a lot like this.

A false rape charge. Unfair imprisonment. Interpreting dreams, yet being forgotten by Pharaoh’s chief cup-bearer. The injustices kept piling up. And, still, Joseph waited on God’s timing.