It is a known fact that nothing is forever the same.
If it were not so, height would not be added to our length in youth,
nor wrinkles in old age.
In this passage of shape, size, thought, pattern,
we find ourselves always seeking a meaning for our existence,
and coming up empty all too often,
we turn down another lane, or continue on our way
forever believing in a brighter future than our past.
But on the day that this belief fades
and we see our road stretching bleak and uninviting before us,
on that day we must move ourselves to turn to Him who made us.
And He will speak to us about Ezekiel.
Confronted with a future of death, God faced him with a valley of bones.
And from this dryness life sprung.
So next time you face your skulls and skeletons,
know that in the hands of your Creator
the seed of faith and hope and love abides.
And when He sprinkles this on your dry land,
the sprouts of joy and gladness shall with certainty appear.
