“If long stories are so great, how come we spend all our lives working for the short ones?”
I’d been thinking lately about Biblical timeframes. As an example, the story of Joseph. God gives him these dreams and visions about how he’s going to rule and do great things. Then some stuff happens.
I think he’s meant to be somewhere in his teens when his brothers sell him out and fake his death. He is sold into slavery, and from there works up to working in Potiphar’s house. Then Potiphar’s wife accuses him of rape, and he’s thrown in jail.
Then from in jail, he interprets some dreams, and helps these other guys when they get out of jail, and they forget about him.
Then… after enough time, they remember him, and things start to look like the dream God originally gave him.
So God gives him a vision for greatness, then he becomes a slave, his father thinks he’s dead and his brothers have abandoned him. He gets accused of rape, thrown into jail and forgotten. Not exactly the way we want things to go when we have a dream in our hearts.
But God does things in his own timing – and we just have to trust.
I don’t know what dream God has put in your heart, but maybe patience is something we all have to learn.