Dust

I am dust. 

Conceived, formed and animated by the love of Yahweh for his glory and joy. 

Yet, I am dust.

Dust with agency. I have the choice of whether to walk in the dust-like things of this earth or to rise above to the ethereal and eternal things of my Father. 

I often choose wrong because…I am but dust. 

But, I am adored. I am purposed. I am created, empowered and transformed.

From dust to dust. From nothing to everything. Death to life. Now to eternity. His.

Yet, in the middle…in this in between time…in the yes but not yet before this dust finds its’ eternal form, I will fancy myself to be stardust. Dust that lives and moves in the glorious presence of He who created galaxies, worlds, oceans, creatures…

and me. 

Dust. All of it. Various forms of beauty. Often broken. Always known. Eternity condensed into today. A promise waiting to be realized. A glimpse, no matter how brief, of the goodness and graciousness of the God who stoops down low and, gathers up the earth in his heavenly hands…breathes the breath of life into it… and says, “I love you. Let’s dance to the end of love.”