These all look to you
to give them their food in due season;
when you give to them, they gather it up;
when you open your hand, they are filled with good things.
When you hide your face, they are dismayed;
when you take away their breath, they die
and return to their dust.
When you send forth your spirit, they are created;
and you renew the face of the ground.
I’ve been told; when you have a turn in your life, a frightening change, an unexpected shock, an end to what was...you will be different. Is this a death? A death to the way that has always been our pattern? A death to what seemed normal? When our breath is taken away, is this the time to let go and to let old ways die? Can the past be thought of simply as dirt and dust? Maybe, I’m pondering.
September 17th, coming off a beach walk, I slipped! Three broken bones in my ankle, a long, complicated surgery, and I was prescribed “No weight bearing for 3 months, not even a toe to touch the ground!” In a wheelchair and limited by my disability for the long 3-month wait was a death to my life style and living in Roanoke.
Now I can walk in a limited and strange way and am working hard in physical therapy. Death and dust gone, maybe. With God’s spirit surrounding me, with prayers, and concerns of friends I look forward to new ways and hopefully pleasing ways to know Our Lord and Saviour who gave us everything. Renewal.