Genesis 49:26 Your father’s blessings are greater than the blessings of the ancient mountains, than the bounty of the age-old hills. Let all these rest on the head of Joseph, on the brow of the prince among his brothers.
Yesterday’s reflection may have seemed a bit of a non sequitur, as it veered wildly from the scripture, but yesterday was the end of a three-day hike for me & the hubs, and I have been dealing with a painful running spill, so pain and moving forward through it, in spite of it, had been on my mind.
Genesis 49:27 “Benjamin is a ravenous wolf; in the morning he devours the prey, in the evening he divides the plunder.”
I am not some expert on moving forward. I am in no way trying to downplay the pain of loss. My injuries, though mild in the grand scheme of things, hurt. A lot. As I was hiking, I was reflecting on the fact that they hurt less now than when they happened, how painful they were initially, and how gradual that healing, that moving forward happened, but it did happen. Painfully slow, yet absolutely true.
Genesis 49:28 All these are the twelve tribes of Israel, and this is what their father said to them when he blessed them, giving each the blessing appropriate to him.
God of the Wilderness, Thank You for the beauty of Your creation, for the introspection that comes as I hike in that beauty. Thank You for the healing that happens, albeit so incredibly slowly that it’s easy to miss sometimes. Help us to hold on to hope, hold on to You, always. Amen.
Genesis 49:29 Then he gave them these instructions: “I am about to be gathered to my people. Bury me with my fathers in the cave in the field of Ephron the Hittite,
Have a blessed day.