Let me lie down like a stone, O God,
and rise up like new bread.
Also a prayer for our young friend Isaiah, who remains in a coma. It is a great reminder that we used to be dead in our sins and God has made us alive in Him.
God made this world chock full of pictures–symbols–of death and resurrection. The more we look, the more we see. Help me add to the list.
Our sleep is a little death; awaking is a little resurrection
A seed dies and is buried in the ground; a new plant rises
Tulips turn brown and brittle…and come up green.
A tree becomes a skeleton…until new leaves bud
Drowned rice fields
Grapes are killed, crushed, bruised
Yeast is buried in flour and water
An act of repentance, a dying to self, precedes new growth