Ezekiel 37: 3 – And he said unto me, Son of man, can these bones live? And I answered, O Lord God, thou knowest. This verse struck me today as I walked outside. It was beautiful today…nearly seventy degrees but everywhere I looked the sleeping death of winter still prevails. Sometimes it’s hard to imagine the green color of life visiting us again. The shell of season’s past remains. The warmth breaths hope to these dead bones. The reflections too are deadbut death’s grip won’t last…these reflections will also live again. Before long we can all say: death where’s your sting? I stand as a prophet heralding life though I stand alone today . Can these bones live? Yes! The ditch’s trickle will swell to strength again. Let the warmth thaw your faith again though the ground appear cold and dry. Breath in hopeand let doubt’s shadow fade. Where once there was life it shall be again. Who cannot have hope with Montana’s sapphire sky behind and God’s promises ahead?