Twelve dead rods went into the tabernacle. One came out blooming—buds, blossoms, and ripe almonds on a cut stick of wood. God could have sent a single green sprout and made His point. He sent three seasons in one night. And then He said to the priest who bore the burden of it all: I am your portion and your inheritance. Not land. Not security. Me. The companion written study for this episode is available free at https://bibleforthebroken.org/p/day-149staff-and-service. You can explore the full library of studies and resources at BiblefortheBroken.org.