The Sacred Fabric of Holy Things (Ez. 44)
I realize that I am getting older by the nanosecond, but I am rapidly losing more and more things all the time, including things I used to know. In a way, it makes rediscovering things already stored away a present of sorts, like finding the Christmas present meant for two years ago hidden so well I forgot where I put them. They’re still there, buried beneath the piles of life in a deep, dark recess somewhere, but they just need some help being located. My summer discipleship group will begin meeting in about a month, and I sent the girls a reminder to go ahead and review the verses we’ve memorized the previous two summers because we will be reciting the cumulative verses at some point during the study while learning twelve new ones. It made me realize that I, too, get to do the same, so I immediately started trying to recall the eighteen verses we’ve already memorized along with their scripture references. While the verses come to mind more readily than the references that go al...