It felt like my world was crumbling down. First I had been abandoned by my own brothers, sold to merchants, and then sold as a slave. The man I was sold to was named Potiphar, who was one of Pharaoh’s officials. But as I worked for him, I felt God’s presence with me in everything that I did. God helped me with my tasks, and helped me to succeed in all of them. Then things started looking up. Potiphar took notice of my hard work, and he began to favor me. He eventually put me in charge of his household and every single thing that he owned. Potiphar trusted me so much with my responsibilities that he did not care about anything except for the food that I ate.
I am not a boastful man, but I like to think that I’m rather a handsome, well built
I am not a boastful man, but I like to think that I’m rather a handsome, well built