I awoke this morning to the mental image of a skeleton, broken in pieces and lying on a dry, dusty, deserted road. Then a voice asked me (with the deep, authoritative baritone of the man on the Bible tapes I heard as a child), "Tell me, can these bones live?"
Of course I was not about to be outdone by Ezekiel so I hastily replied, albeit with a hint of skepticism, "O Sovereign Lord, You alone know."
I didn't have to prophesy or anything. God knew my limits and so, without further ado, He caused those bones to rattle and come together, bone to bone. Tendons and flesh appeared on them and skin covered them. He breathed His breath into that body and it came to life.
Yep... It was me.
Today, there is a spark of hope. "A spark of hope" is not to be minimized... Hope is the essence of life itself.
