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… can these bones live?
Ezekiel 37:3
Father, today I’m feeling like those dry bones Ezekiel saw in his vision.
I’m feeling disassembled, scattered.
Past efforts to nurture and maintain a relationship with a narcissist
have dried up—unproductive efforts.
I perceive the sun’s heat during the waning days of summer
as symbolic for the aridness of my soul.
My emotional energy is spent.
Yet, I look and see flesh on my bones. Skin that needs cleansing and care.
I am alive.
I am here.
My prayer is for you to revitalize what my eyes see.
Remind me that identifying with scattered dry bones
is grief, grief intended to renew my heart
as I face this unexplored future You have planned for me
with hope and renewed expectation.
Let me accept these dry days as Your
healing gift.
For I am resting in Your green pasture
under Your watchful gaze as day-by-day
You bring these dry bones
back to life.
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