Breath to Bones: Recovering an Embodied, Living Faith
Faith doesn’t die all at once.
Most often, it withers under the weight of performance—when practices become obligations, when prayer becomes effort, when we measure our worth by what we do rather than who we are.
And one day, we wake up in a valley of dry bones, wondering if what once felt alive is gone for good.
"Son of man, can these bones live?" (Ezekiel 37:3)
It is not a question of possibility—it is a question of imagination.
Because faith is not something you resurrect by force.
It is something God breathes back to life.
The first breath comes before the first step.
Living with Uncertainty Without Losing Your Mind
There comes a moment in every unraveling when we realize there is no going back. No way to stitch together what has come undone, no way to return to the certainty that once held us steady.
This is the place between what was and what will be.
And while everything in us longs for answers, for clarity, for solid ground beneath our feet—sometimes, the bravest thing we can do is stay. Stay with the questions. Stay with the breath. Stay with what remains.
Because uncertainty does not mean we are lost.
It means we are still here.
And maybe that is where we begin.