My children’s father was a Vietnam veteran—a man of quiet strength and deep reflection. He didn’t talk much about his time in the war, but there was one story he shared that I’ll never forget.
He entered Vietnam barely a month after his 18th birthday. Young, uncertain, and thousands of miles from home, he stepped off that plane onto foreign soil with no idea what awaited him. On his very first day, before he could even grasp where he was, he was falsely accused of killing a man. He was one of only two Black men on the island—and because of that alone, he was immediately identified as the killer.
Without evidence, without explanation, he was thrown into solitary confinement for 30 long days. Thirty days of silence. Thirty days of fear. Thirty days of wondering if anyone would ever believe him—or if he’d even make it home alive.
As if the trauma of being drafted wasn’t enough, now he faced the terror of being falsely accused, alone and unseen, on an island with no one who knew his name or his story.
When I think about that, I can’t help but think of Joseph in Genesis 40. Joseph was also falsely accused and thrown into prison. While in confinement, he met the Pharaoh’s cupbearer and baker, both tormented by dreams they didn’t understand. Joseph, though unjustly imprisoned, still had enough wisdom and connection with God to interpret their dreams. He asked the cupbearer, “When you’re restored, remember me.” But the scripture says plainly—the cupbearer forgot him.
Two years passed before that cupbearer remembered. Two years before Joseph was brought out. But here’s the truth: Joseph wasn’t forgotten by God. Neither was my children’s father.
After those 30 days, something miraculous happened. The other Black soldier—the real culprit—came forward in secret and told him what really happened. “I bit the man and killed him” he admitted. My children’s father, instead of reacting in anger, used wisdom. He requested to see the Priest and told him what he’d learned. He asked them to examine the body and compare the bite mark to the soldier’s teeth.
And just like that, the truth came out. The evidence spoke. He was set free.
And so was Joseph.
The same God who delivered Joseph, the same God who cleared my children’s father’s name, is the same God who will deliver you.
Maybe you’re not locked behind bars, but you’ve been bound by something—a false label, a financial burden, a broken relationship, or emotional pain that has left you trapped. Maybe you’ve been waiting for someone to “remember” you, wondering if God has overlooked your suffering.
Hear me: you’ve been forgotten by people, but never forsaken by God.
Your release is coming. The key is wisdom. Seek God for it. Ask Him for insight, even in your pain. What Joseph and my children’s father both understood was this—when you can’t control what’s happening around you, you can still control how you respond and who you turn to.
God sees what no one else can. He knows the details that will unlock your freedom.
So hold on. The same God who cleared their names is working behind the scenes to clear yours too. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t fair. But it will be redeemed.
Your release is on schedule. Heaven already clocked it.