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I am not making sense of today’s allegory in Ezekiel. What does resonate for me is the use of nature—eagles, vines, fertile soil—to explain God to the agrarian Israelites. Long before the sacred texts were written and readily available, we clamored for stories shared around the campfire. We also learned about Creator through the natural world. We still do.

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Tue – Mar 22, Ezekiel 17:1-10 Romans 2:12-16 Psalm 39

I was pooped last night. Even skipped yoga this morning. Letting myself rest in God’s arms, spoon with Jesus, dance with the Holy Spirit. You know the metaphors. After a birthday bash most days last week, rest is best (with periodic dancing).

This well-dressed table greeted me when I finally arrived downstairs. My beautiful sister-in-law gifted me the flowers. And Mom finished her photo puzzle, a present from my brilliant sister.

Now I remember, spring has sprung. Resurrection is on its way.

Mon – Mar 21, Jeremiah 11:1-17 Romans 2:1-11 Psalm 39

Today is my sister-in-law CrisMarie’s birthday and our 3^rd celebration this week. We get to be with her in person on the very day this year. Hooray; so much for Lent! CrisMarie is known for giant, felt hugs. Maskless and no holding back today, finally. I can’t wait.

We started with Carolina’s 30^th and end the week with beautiful CrisMarie’s 50-something-th.

Stay tuned! Next week is Rob’s.

Readings

Sat – Mar 19 Isaiah 5:1-7 Luke 6:43-45 Psalm 63:1-8

I wish I could execute those Ignatian steps in one sitting while conscious. I do acknowledge God when I land in bed, “Here I am.” And as I fall asleep, nine times out of ten, I’m surveying my day with emphasis on the feelings that had come and that surface again. When I wake in the watches of the night, I meditate, starting wherever I left off, usually falling back asleep. I finish reviewing in the morning, often with candles lit, journaling and discerning lessons and direction…on the clearer days and nights, that is.

Readings

Fri – Mar 18 Daniel 12:1-4 Revelation 3:1-6 Psalm 63:1-8

Today is Mom’s 94^th birthday. Glad to report she’s still here. I must admit out loud on this side of the grave that being alongside as she ages has its sadness and inconveniences.

And one thing I will miss immensely when she goes is that now I can brag to her without reservation. She listens and beams. My mother is the firstborn in her family too which she gently reminds me sometimes when we snarl. She has taught me to be full of myself after all.

Is this confessional or simply a statement of fact?

Readings

Thu – Mar 17 Daniel 3:19-30 Revelation 2:8-11 Psalm 63:1-8