Genesis 41 (Birthday Boy. No Not Me)

It's my third eldest nephew's birthday party today.
He's such an awesome dude.
I wish my days could be spent with the creativity and imagination embraced by this little guy.
With the same pay packet that I get now of course.
It means that party games ensue.
Love it.
I learned something today.
Again.
Great when that happens.
Infrequency creates ignorant sorrow.
Lost my thoughts.
Ummmmmm.
Ah party stuff rocks.
Pass (I forgot how to spell that. Kept adding an 'r' and wondered why it didn't fit)
the parcel.
The birthday boy gets it.
Pin the tail (light sabre in this case) on the yoda.
Treasure hunt.
Brilliant fun.
And the little guy is the most expressive at showing thanks.
Sincere.
Joyful.
Said it once, say it again.
Love it.
Still didn't get my first thought out.
Don't we all wish we could be kids again.
There are definitely times when I'm glad I'm not a kid.
But to enjoy the lack of worry, stress, everybody is your friend, someone will bring me food.

Genesis 41
Joseph honours God.
In a situation where culturally he could have said anything, including take all credit.
He gives credit to God.
Rightfully.
It speaks volumes of this relationship.
I sit here thinking he could have claimed it.
He could have done that.
Joseph didn't even hesitate.
Come to think about it, what does that say about my relationship with God,
that I could consider an alternative.
Maybe not much.
I'm here to espouse my thoughts and that was one.
Or two.
That's my story any way.

How relieved would he have been to finally get the call?
Waiting.
Waiting.
What happened to the cupbearer?
Did he die too?
Was I wrong?
Does anyone care?
God cares?
I'll keep doing my thing.
Thanks God.
What's next.

I wish for that attitude all the time.
Confidence in all situations because of who stands with me and for me.

As an aside, watching the election result on Channel 9 is destroying my mind.
If there is anything in tonight's post that makes no sense,
it's no different to the previous 40.