‘Our bones are dried up, our hope is gone, there’s nothing left of us.’ “Therefore, prophesy. Tell them, ‘God, the Master, says: I’ll breathe my life into you and you’ll live. Then I’ll lead you straight back to your land and you’ll realize that I am God. I’ve said it and I’ll do it. God’s Decree.'” Excerpts from Ezekiel 37 (The Message)
Midweek, feeling a little dry. But, that fresh breath revived me. I think I’ll make it through the week after all.