Sue Moon’s Blog

“Our bones are dry, our hope has gone; we are done for.”    -Ezekiel 37:11

Every once in a while I feel like a heap of dry bones in an endless valley.  This inner dryness may be due to the constant repetition of busy days and of nights that are short on sleep, or to a series of discouraging experiences or to some long-lasting inner struggles.

-May I Have This Dance? Joyce Rupp

My bones are dry with longing for spring.  Seed catalogues litter my desk holding promises of warm breezes and sunshine and the smell of my garden.

I don’t fight off the winter seclusion as much as I used to, but now, here in February, I’m done.  Move on out you mean old winter, I’m ready to let the blithe spirit of spring into my waiting arms.