“The hand of the Lord was on me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the Lord and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. 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. He asked me, “Son of man, can these bones live?
I said, “O Sovereign Lord, you alone know.”
Then he said to me, “Prophesy to these bones and say to them, ‘Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life. I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life.
Then you will know that I am the Lord.”
I can’t imagine how Ezekiel must have felt or his first thought when he was put right in the middle of a valley of death. The vision of endless dry bones and reliving the hopelessness of the nation of Israel with each dead body he walked past. Remembering persecution, exile, and death. Rebellion and defeat. Desperation and agony.
Or maybe I can imagine. Maybe we do know. Rebellion. Broken relationships, ending marriages. Sickness, abuse, loss. Grief. Addiction. Wayward children. Abandonment. Loneliness. Pain and heartache. Hopelessness and defeat. Depression. Fear.
Death. Death of loved ones. Death of relationships. Death of dreams. Death of a future. Death.
A valley of dry bones.
And just when it feels like we can’t take another step, another breath and that destruction is inevitable, we need to remember and claim truth over our lives, our circumstances. We need to remember just who God is. His mercy, His unfailing love. His protection, His help. Promises. Our deliverer. Our rescuer. Our breath of life.
And although the power to raise the dead to live again is in the very breath of the Spirit of God alone, He told Ezekiel to call out to the valley of dry bones to come alive. The truth. The resurrecting words of a living God. A call to action to see the future come to life right before his eyes. A future that God had planned. A vast army awaken from death. Not what Ezekiel had thought or what the defeated Israelites had planned but what God had intended.
Beloved, can I ask some hard questions? Questions that were asked of me by the Spirit of the Living God Himself? How long are you going to stay defeated? What else are we going to try to fix our problems? When are you going to stop allowing the enemy to convince you that his lies are true? When are we going to speak the breath of life into our valleys and into our heartaches and watch as hope unfolds? When are you going to step out into the valley of dry bones and call out to the dead to come alive?
” So breathe, oh breath of God now breathe” ~ Lauren Daigle
I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to speak life over death and stand in awe of a miraculous resurrection. I’m ready to be filled to the measure with the Holy Spirit and take back what the enemy has stolen and witness the healing power of an Almighty God. I’m ready to claim promises and fight darkness with the power of God and watch as His breath restores.
And then, we will know that it is only because of God. His power. His plan. His breath.