Ashes

Last night I received the sign of the cross in ashes on my forehead as a reminder that I am dust and to dust I shall return.  Ashes are the dust of our earthly bodies when the life breath is no longer there.  Ashes are remnants of a life lived, perhaps fully, perhaps not.  I have the ashes of my most beloved dog, Prince, in my china cabinet. Not because it brings me nearer to him, but because when I see the urn it brings back a flood of memories of the 12 fabulous years I had with him. Ashes. They also remind me I too will be ashes, and I am humbled by the thought of what a mere speck of stardust I am in this holy universe where we are temporarily planted. A mote.  May I be a godly mote.  And, when my ashes are put in the ground, I have faith my spirit will soar with God. Amen, amen. Ashes.

“..and the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.”  Ecclesiastes 12:7

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