Does God forget?

Is the divine mind a cracked cistern, its remembered contents leaking slowly out?

His promises, his intentions subject to amnesiac loss?

Might he lose track of our faces, our names, our predicaments?

When the waters of hardship rise, are we forgotten?

This is a story about one man traversing the landscape of hardship with its gray-black weather and unmarked trails.

It's the story of a becoming, a journey of transformation led by a God who,

though he may wait or discipline or choose silence does

not forget I'm Justin Gerhard. I'm gonna The In my dream, there was a vine in front of me.

Pharaoh's former cupbearer, imprisoned for an offense against the most powerful man in the world, trembles as he recounts what he saw in his sleep last night.

Joseph watches him intently, hungry to hear a message, even for someone else from the

Almighty.

On the vine were three branches.

As soon as it budded, its blossoms came out and its clusters ripened into grapes.

Pharaoh's cup was in my hand, and I took the grapes, squeezed them into his cup,

and placed the cup in Pharaoh's hand. The cup-bearer looks expectantly at Joseph. The crumbs of a

prayer are still on the Hebrew's lips. Please, Lord, give me the interpretation.

It comes like a flash flood.

He looks the cupbearer in the eye.

This is what your dream means.

The three branches are three days.

In just three days, Pharaoh will lift up your head and restore you to your position.

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