After a day of meetings my brain is weary. So many words to-ing and fro-ing. My throat is parched because lots of the words were mine. Perhaps it would be better to drown in the sea of apathy that seems to be the alternative to trying to motivate. It would certainly be less exhausting.
"Mortal man, can these bones come back to life?"
I often feel like Ezekiel in the valley of the dry bones, knowing that the breath of life is not mine to give. But God breathed into those bones, brought them to life - and what life. What keeps me from drowning is the hope that God will breathe into our situation and create the kind of havoc that only God's spirit can wreak. Then we'll be able to see signs of new life, not just the starkness of death.
A lot of wonderful posts here, Liz. Catch up time for me. Such an array of topics...and emotions.
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Thanks for a good place to visit: this journal of yours!
Cherie, thanks once again for your words of encouragement. It is good to have a place to share emotions and reflect on all that life confronts us with in our everyday.
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