There was a time I carried a tremendous burden. One of my sons was fighting a terrible battle and I worried for his pain and for his life, every day, for years. I felt alone, no one I knew had ever gone through what I was facing. It was hard to live my days, go to the grocery store, take care of my boys, even go to church. Everything, everywhere, hurt.
One morning I was sitting in my Sunday school class, a little early. Suddenly, the church choir director came through the door with a young man and led him straight to my table. She introduced us, told me he was visiting our church and left. “Jason” had a friendly spirit and a sweet face. He sat down with a smile and began sharing his story with me. We were instant friends.
Days before, he had run past my church and felt moved to go. He was grieving for a friend who was injured in a bad accident and he needed to bring it all to the feet of Jesus. I told Jason about my son, as well. We discovered they were the same age, had the same hobbies. Jason came to church a couple more times and sat in the pew with me. He was a healing balm at a time when I could find no hope. His presence poured peace and restoration into the wound in my soul. God comforted me. He brought two strangers together for these few hours at His perfect time and for His blessed purpose.
So Pharaoh sent for Joseph, and he was quickly brought from the dungeon. When he had shaved and changed his clothes, he came before Pharaoh. Pharaoh said to Joseph, “I had a dream, and no one can interpret it. But I have heard it said of you that when you hear a dream you can interpret it.” Genesis 41:14-15
Meeting God at the Park 