EZEKIEL VISIONS BLOG
Then he said to me, “Prophesy to these bones and say to them, ‘Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life. I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the Lord.’” – Ezekiel 37:4-5
"Instant Heat!"
I think we are all guilty of wanting God to throw some “Instant heat!” our way. We toss out easy solutions and quick prayers and hope that we see or feel His response right away.
Defying Gravity
With each element of this year, I have tried to accept the messages that the brain has attempted to send back down to my heart; however, there have been many occasions where my heart has continued to defy gravity.
Garth.
I often wonder if professional musicians like Garth set out to change someone’s life? When they write music or compose albums, do they know that they could be attached to someone’s biggest moments in their lives? I certainly remember the beauty and the holiness of Catholicism that surrounded my mom’s funeral Mass. But, I also remember that we got to fulfill her request with “The River” blaring on the speakers after Communion. I sang each word as if it was my last song with her. Since she died, that song has hurt so good.
Mending Nets
As a result of the accident, I was forced to take 6.5 months off of work, and largely life, to mend my nets. I don’t know if I have ever taken such a large break from anything before. In that process, there have been some really slow days, some really excruciating moments, and some really, really big holes. As the healing continues, and as I continue to find more knots and tangles and various holes, it is easy to get overwhelmed.
Make Straight My Path
In my counseling sessions this month, my focus has revolved primarily around my desire for linear living. Problem is, life isn’t linear and, for a control freak like me, that is incredibly difficult to wrap my mind around. Healing isn’t linear. Grief isn’t linear. Learning isn’t linear. Love isn’t linear. You name it, I can’t control it.
It matters.
Whether it was my baptism, the baptism of my children, the exchange of my marital vows on the altar, my anointing in a triage unit in the emergency room, or a funeral Mass, it was in those moments that He climbed down into my life and met me in my joy, in my grief, in my hope, in my loss, and in my humanness and He imparted on me more of Him, so I could have less of myself. And, thank God for that.