Dry Bones

I drove my mother up to Ruidoso for her to preach for a church up there, and it was gusty winds all the way there and back again. We got to drive through a blizzard of sand. It's as bad as snow, but the roads aren't slippery. I killed at least 4 tumbleweeds on our journey. They are not innocent! They attack people! I know you've seen that movie. It's actually a documentary.

My mother's sermon was about Ezekiel and the valley of bones, and she related that situation to the dry bones one may face in their life, and I thought it was interesting enough to talk about. People talk all the time about skeletons in their closet, like we're already thinking about dry bones in our lives. It can be anything in your life that you are stuck at, that you think can't be breathed life into again. For the children's sermon, my mother held up a bag of dry macaroni and talked about how dry macaroni isn't very good to eat, but if you boil it and then add a yummy cheese sauce to it you have a great thing. It just takes some time and effort to change it from something dried up to something good. That got me thinking about my own dry bones. I have some things in my life that I've left lay to the side without resolving. I wonder what dry bones the reader might have? It's not too late to breathe life into the situation. Healing and mending might be in the horizon.