31 Then the brothers killed a young goat and dipped Joseph’s robe in its blood. 32 They sent the beautiful robe to their father with this message: “Look at what we found. Doesn’t this robe belong to your son?”
33 Their father recognized it immediately. “Yes,” he said, “it is my son’s robe. A wild animal must have eaten him. Joseph has clearly been torn to pieces!” 34 Then Jacob tore his clothes and dressed himself in burlap. He mourned deeply for his son for a long time. 35 His family all tried to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted. “I will go to my grave mourning for my son,” he would say, and then he would weep. (Gen 37:31-35) NLT
The brothers “sent the beautiful robe to their father”. They did not even face him. They knew what that news would do to their father, yet they were so consumed with their own jealousy and hatred toward their brother, it didn’t stop them from following through with their plan to be rid of him.
I can almost hear these words from Job 3 being lamented by Jacob:
20 “Why is light given to those in misery,
and life to the bitter of soul,
21 to those who long for death that does not come,
who search for it more than for hidden treasure,
25 What I feared has come upon me;
what I dreaded has happened to me.
26 I have no peace, no quietness;
I have no rest, but only turmoil.” (NIV)
I have been in that place of despair—that place where I wished I had never been born. That place where the pain was so consuming, I wanted to die. At the time, I thought I was alone in my pain. There was no light, only darkness. Slowly, though, my eyes were opened to the Truth. I was not alone—I had a very real Savior holding me. Like Jacob and Job, I learned the pain was all part of God’s plan.
24 Jesus left that place and went to the vicinity of Tyre.[g] He entered a house and did not want anyone to know it; yet he could not keep his presence secret. 25 In fact, as soon as she heard about him, a woman whose little daughter was possessed by an impure spirit came and fell at his feet. 26 The woman was a Greek, born in Syrian Phoenicia. She begged Jesus to drive the demon out of her daughter.
27 “First let the children eat all they want,” he told her, “for it is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.”
28 “Lord,” she replied, “even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs.”
29 Then he told her, “For such a reply, you may go; the demon has left your daughter.”
30 She went home and found her child lying on the bed, and the demon gone.
This woman was not a Jew but she had heard of his healing power. She had nothing to lose by begging for the demon to be driven from her daughter. Jesus tested her. She was willing to surrender herself for the sake of her child. She humbled herself. He honored her request.
Jesus is so good. I have walked some rough roads with him. They were painful, and hard, and I wanted to give up. He was patient, and loving, and encouraged me through those places when I thought I couldn’t continue. That is how I know he is good. He was strong enough to let me struggle and find my way in Him.
Lord Jesus, I am so thankful for your presence in my life. Your presence is as life-giving as the air I breath—breath you breathed into me. I have no doubt there are still difficult places to go, but I know the One who goes with me. I lift up my eyes—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. In your name I pray, Amen