We who have submitted our lives to the pursuit of righteousness, to seeking first His kingdom must be prepared for disappointment. We must be ready to see our efforts occasionally yield only marginal results, or worse, have our blessings return only curse. We must understand that the dying to self is a true dying.

All too often we are disappointed that we are not where God desires us to be, what God desires us to be, or whom He desires us to be. This is because holiness seems so elusive, always hiding from our seeking eyes. It has slipped through my seemingly greased hands on too many occasions. My one assurance is that He calls things that are not as though they were.

I am more than bones, but just barely. I have life but my constant failures prove that I am not yet filled with life. I am as yet, merely dead man’s bones, walking and trying to stand.

So He asks me, “Son of man, can these bones live?”

I answer, “O Sovereign LORD, you alone know.”

I may wear these dirty grave cloths you see but beneath my rags are princely garments. I may sleep in a tomb but More >