Genesis Chapter 42. 

This morning I want to focus on the distressed look Joseph must have had on his face when his brothers sold him into slavery. And not just the look but the Brokenness within him. The memory he had of his brothers was probably bewilderment and hatredness. The memory the brothers had of Joseph what's a yelling brother begging and pleading. All this makes me think of what kind of memory do we leave those around us? I don't want my last memory left with my wife to be one of an argument. I want her to know I love her. I want her to know she is valuable. The same with my daughters. I want them to know I believe in them and in the gifts God has given them. I don't want to have a memory of hate left or disappointment. I want them to know how special they are and how much I love them even if we have our differences. I never want to give up on them. With my grandsons, they're getting to the age where their spirits can be crushed or their confidence knocked down. And when that happens you can see it on their faces. I want to be able to speak love and life into their lives. I want to remind them of how special they are and how awesome they are. I want to build up their confidence and their spirit. I want them to be the best they can be for Jesus. I don't want their memory of me to be a negative comment that crushed their spirit but one that says Papa built them up. To go one step further, it is a challenge to me to try and be more conscience in building others up no matter who it is. Having said all that, may I not forget the power of God who has the power to heal those whose spirits were broken and to bring forgiveness and restoration where it is needed.