God of Waiting,
You saw Joseph
in the prison,
in the silence,
in the years that stretched too long.
He had done nothing wrong
but still he was forgotten.
Yet You were there.
He served.
He noticed.
He saw the sadness in the faces of the cupbearer and the baker
even while carrying the weight of his own sorrow.
Lord, give me that kind of heart.
A heart that serves others
even when I feel unseen.
A heart that listens to others’ dreams
even when mine feel shattered.
A heart that still believes
You speak in the dark.
Joseph said,
“Do not interpretations belong to God? Tell them to me.”
Even in prison,
he trusted Your voice.
Even behind bars,
he pointed others to Your power.
Lord, when I feel confined
in situations, in sorrow, in delay
let me still believe that You are speaking.
Let me still be available
for what You want to do in others.
He spoke truth
to one man, hope.
To the other, judgment.
He didn’t twist it.
He didn’t soften it.
He delivered the message You gave him,
faithful and bold.
And then he asked.
“Remember me”
Just three words.
A plea from a heart
tired of waiting.
But the cupbearer forgot.
Lord, I know that pain.
The ache of being left behind.
The feeling that everyone else’s dreams are coming true
while mine collect dust.
The sting of being helpful
but not remembered.
But You did not forget.
You are the God
who works in hidden places.
Who plants seeds of purpose
in the soil of waiting.
Who lets me interpret someone else’s dream
to prepare me to step into my own.
So I choose to trust You
even when it feels like nothing is happening.
Even when the door stays shut.
Even when the people I helped
leave me behind.
You are the God
who remembers.
And when Your timing comes,
no prison, no silence, no forgotten plea
will stop Your hand.
So I stay faithful.
I keep listening.
I serve with hope.
Because You are with me
even here on the journey where I don’t know where your leading.
In the name of Jesus,
who descended before He rose,
and was forgotten by many
but never forsaken by You
Amen.