Day 8 – Dreams

Bless the Lord, O my soul,

and all that is within me,

bless his holy name…

For he knows how we were made;

he remembers that we are dust.

As for mortals, their days are like grass;

they flourish like a flower of the field;

for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,

and its place knows it no more.

But the steadfast love of the Lord

is from everlasting to everlasting

on those who fear him. 

(Psalm 103: 1, 14-18)

 

Dust reminds us of our origins. Dust reminds us of our mortality. Dust, throughout the ages, has symbolised penitence and sorrow for sins. We are creatures of dust yet alive in the very breath of God’s being. We are part of something much greater. An improbable story of life, wonder and mystery stirs within us. It is renewed with every breath we take. We are restless dust, dust that prays and hopes; dust with dreams of glory. And written in the dust of our nature are words of love, life and transformation. Improbably, wonderfully, we are dust with a destiny.

(Extract from Dust & Glory by David Runcorn)

 

For Reflection

Find a dusty surface (not too hard if you haven’t been lockdown cleaning!) and write a prayer in the dust. If you were to return later and find God had written a reply, what might it be? (apart, maybe, from ‘it’s time you had a spring clean!”)

 

Pebble - Dreams (DM)

Remember in your prayers

Those who are facing death, who are grieving, who have lost their wonder and their way; those in care homes and hospitals whose stories are untold.