Chapter 40

The cupbearer and the baker are thrown into prison.  They each have a dream and Joseph interprets the dreams. 

Thought about this after the kids went home today:

We had the grandkids over the last three nights and four days.  Not at all the first time we've done this but for me, this time was different.  Seemed like every second was more precious, every word more important, every hug too brief.  I caught myself studying their little faces, their expressions, their smiles.  I was just much more in the moment while they were here.  This was the "quickest" Granny camp I can remember.  It all just seemed to fly by, and it was over before I was ready.  And each time I noticed this, I couldn't help but think "This is how it should have been every time!"  The virus - the awareness of how fragile life is - has shortened my time horizon to "right now".  If I get aggravated, I want to "forgive and forget" immediately.  Not perfect at it, but it doesn't take very long!  I ache for those I love, wanting the best for them, wanting them to be untouched by this thing, wishing good for them, and salvation for them.  It should always have been like this.  God didn't send Corona, but I can and do see very much of Him using it for good.  Using it to wake us up, to remind us, to change us into a more loving people.