They told him all the words of Joseph. But when he saw the wagons Joseph had sent to carry him, the spirit of their father Jacob revived. And Israel said, ‘It is enough; Joseph my son is still alive. I will go and see him before I die.’ – Genesis 45:27–28

For twenty years, Jacob lived in the shadow of loss. His tent was full, but his heart was empty. The world around him kept turning—flocks grazed, children grew, seasons changed—but inside, time had stopped the day Joseph’s robe came home stained with blood.

He was Jacob. Weary. Old. More survivor than believer.

Then the wagons arrived.

Not ordinary wagons, mind you. Not the squeaky carts of Canaanite farmers. These were Egyptian wagons—royal, foreign, gleaming with the authority of Pharaoh himself. They rumbled into Jacob’s camp carrying a message his ears could hardly believe: Joseph is alive.

Words might have failed to convince him. He’d been let down before. But wagons? Wagons he could see. Wagons he could touch. Wagons meant for him. And in that moment, the text says, the spirit of Jacob revived. And Israel said…

Did you catch the turn? Jacob—the worn-out struggler—revived. Israel—the God-named man of promise—rose to speak. Flesh gave way to spirit. Weariness gave way to faith.

Because wagons do more than roll. The Hebrew word, ʿagālāh, comes from the root for round, rolling. In Scripture, these wagons often bear holy cargo. They carried the tabernacle’s treasures (Numbers 7). They returned the Ark of the Covenant (1 Samuel 6). They weren’t just carts for burdens; they were vehicles of God’s presence.

And now, for Jacob, they carried hope.

Friend, isn’t that what God does for us? When our strength is gone, when faith feels thin, when we can’t take one more step—He sends wagons. Not always wooden ones, but grace on wheels:

• A verse that lands like fresh water in a dry throat.
• A friend’s prayer that steadies your trembling.
• A quiet peace that whispers, You’re not alone.

Look carefully, and you’ll see them. Rolling into your life at just the right moment, carrying reminders that your Joseph lives—your Jesus reigns.

You may feel like Jacob today—old, tired, trudging through disappointment. But the wagons are on their way. And when they come, your spirit will revive. Your Israel-self—the child of God within you—will rise to say, It is enough. Christ is alive. And I will see Him.

So don’t measure the distance you can’t walk. Look for the wagons God has already sent. Grace is still on the move, strong enough to carry what you cannot.