Joseph woke up that morning a prisoner. Same walls. Same chains. Same waiting. He had no clue Heaven had already moved his name to the top of Pharaoh’s agenda. Pharaoh wasn’t sleeping right. Dreams were shaking him awake… cows, grain, warnings wrapped in symbols nobody could decode. Magicians failed him. Advisors failed him. Everybody had a theory, but nobody had the truth. Then the cupbearer remembered. The same man who forgot Joseph for years suddenly said, “I know somebody. A Hebrew. Still down in the prison. He interpreted my dream… and everything happened exactly like he said.” Joseph didn’t know any of this. He was minding his business when the guards rushed in, cleaned him up, shaved him, dressed him, and led him toward light he hadn’t seen in years. He walked into Pharaoh’s throne room humble, not hungry. Confident, not cocky. A man who had learned that purpose follows pain like a shadow. Pharaoh said, “I heard you can interpret dreams.” Joseph shook his head. “It’s not me. God gives the answers.” Then he broke the dream wide open. Seven years of plenty. Seven years of famine. A strategy so clear, Pharaoh didn’t even blink. “Can we find anyone like this man?” he said. “A man in whom the Spirit of God lives?” Just like that… prisoner became prime minister. Joseph walked out of that room with Pharaoh’s ring, Pharaoh’s robe, Pharaoh’s authority… and a destiny nobody could steal. When God calls your name into the right room, you don’t have to network your way in. You don’t have to knock. He opens doors that weren’t even in the hallway you were walking. Joseph started that morning behind bars. He ended it with keys to the whole kingdom. Purpose moves quiet, but when it shows up, it shows OUT. #StreetPsalmsAndFamilyTrees #LataraSpeaksTruth #FaithAndCulture #GenesisSeries