Them Bones, Them Bones, Them Dry Bones

 

The hand of the LORD

  was upon me,

and He brought me out

in the Spirit of the LORD

and set me down

in the middle of the valley.

It was full of bones.

       Ezekiel 37. 1

It is not that we have

   made a wrong turn

or misunderstood

   the center of His will.

Sometimes the places

   of greatest flourishing

are the least likely,

most unexpected,

barren and hopeless 

         patches of ground.

But God changes the

          landscape,

even knee-deep in

  dry bones and despair,

exactly where 

    to seek the LORD there.

Far beyond our abilities

    or imagination,

it is He

  who brings the bones together

--that which seems to be

disconnected, broken and lifeless.

And God unfolds His glory

    right before us.

Never give up

on what God can do

with all the bones around us.

Or what He can do

        through us.

Even here.

Even in this broken place.

O LORD,

Please help us

not to see beyond the bones

all around us,

but to trust You right here

     in their midst.

We pray for not just connecting

  what has fallen apart,

but healing

       for what can be.

May Your hand be upon us

    in this day ahead.

Help us grasp 

  not just possibilities

but Your realm of redeeming.