I forget sometimes that Joseph had no idea what God had in store for him. He was in chains. He was forsaken by his family. Those who he thought would protect him had turned their backs on him and sold him into slavery. He had no idea what was going on. He could have given up. He could have turned his back on God. He could have slid into depression and turned inward. He could have moped and whined. We live in the moment without a realistic view of the future.
I could be married several years down the road, I could be an old maid, I could have more kids, I could have less. God knows my future and He knows my dreams. I have to let it rest in His hands. My story isn’t told just yet. You have to live through the pain and uncertainty before your story can be told.