Tuesday, January 7, 2020

Most Holy God,

This morning I loved reading about the Valley of Dry Bones.  I recalled instances where my own bones were dry and lifeless, where they lay in the desert drying out from lack of living water and holy food.  No life, no drive, no hope.

But then...yes, but then, you came swooping in, the wind of your spirit breathing new life into me, calling those bones to rise up, connect and dance.  You poured your holy water into me.  You fed me your spirit food.  Oh, how good, how tasty, how full of life they were.  And together my bones and my spirit danced with you.

I left the deadness in the desert and walked out and into the light and life.  New, I was made new all over again.  It is true I am tempted to circle back and return there but then I hear your voice, your invitation and I think again.  Really???  I pick up the ladle and drink again and I return to the path laid out for me, one that always leads me to you.

Thank you
for the valley,
the path
and the mountain.
I have
traveled them all.
Keep me
on the path
with you,
I pray.

Love always, Andrea