Tuesday: Scattered Bones

Ezekiel 37:2 — “He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry.”

Sacred Invitation

Sometimes, it isn’t just that something has died—
it’s that it has fallen apart.
No longer whole.
No longer held.

This is the day we walk slowly through the valley.
Noticing what’s been scattered.
Not with judgment.
But with the quiet courage to see what we haven’t wanted to face.

Daily Reflection

It’s hard to name what feels broken.
Even harder to admit how far the pieces have spread.

Maybe your faith has fragmented—what once felt solid now feels hollow.
Maybe your identity has cracked open, and you’re not sure what remains.
Maybe grief took what you loved, and left only fragments behind.

Ezekiel was not asked to put the bones back together.
He was only asked to walk among them. To see. To notice.

This, too, is part of the journey—
The quiet wandering among the parts of us we thought we had lost.
The slow recognition that even what has come undone still matters to God.

Somatic Practice: Trace the Fragments

Find a quiet space. Bring a piece of paper and something to write or draw with.

Close your eyes and take three deep breaths.
Now, without overthinking, write or sketch:

• What feels disconnected in you?

• What parts of your story, body, faith, or identity feel like scattered bones?

Let it come freely—words, shapes, images.
Don’t try to make it coherent.
This is not about fixing. It’s about naming.

When you’re ready, place your hands gently over what you’ve created.
Let your breath settle there.
Whisper:
“These bones matter. Even now.”

Closing Prayer

God who walks with us through the valley,
You do not flinch at what is broken.
You do not look away from what we’ve lost.
Walk with us through the scattered places.
Teach us to name what hurts.
To see without fear.
To trust that even these dry bones are not forgotten.
Amen.