Entrance

Ash Wednesday

For the Lord knows whereof we are made;
and remembers that we are but dust. Psalm 103:14

The grey morning wears a dusting of frost which seems to me a right beginning to this day of quiet and solemn devotion. 

Yesterday, I exited a store into the rainy afternoon and was gifted with the sight of a glorious rainbow, it’s arc bright and complete across the cloudy sky. It seemed to me an invitation, an entrance from one season into the next.

So today, having passed under the prism of God’s promise of life and renewal, I begin my journey along the dusty paths of my own mortality. Remembering that I am dust. Remembering what God does with dust.