Again He said to me, “Prophesy to these bones, and say to them, ‘O dry bones, hear the word of the LORD!’” -- Ezekiel 37:4 (NKJV)
I’m a pile of dry bones. I’m depleted – physically, emotionally, spiritually. I haven’t rested in this season but it’s more than that. Years of loss and sadness have led to busyness. As if busyness would bring a sign of life to a soul long dead.
Even as I sit, trying to be still with the Lord, my mind strives for ways to revive myself. I hate this feeling of deadness, so let’s go to Disney World or river rafting or a movie in the theater … something to feel alive. It’s God’s blessing that I can’t afford the earthly cost of those things. If I revive myself, the spiritual cost would be greater still.
This pile of dry bones needs to sit … and wait … and be. If I breathed life into myself, it wouldn’t be real. But in this verse of Scripture, and in the whole Word of God, I have a promise of One who is real. When He breathes life, it lasts. It brings joy and peace beyond all measure.
I need to sit and thank God for this season of dryness. It wasn’t His desire that I lose so much, or that I nail the coffin shut with busyness and depletion and restlessness and ungratefulness. But He allowed this season, nudging me to say, “God, I want You to breathe real life in me.”
I sit still, knowing that the real giver of life loves me and watches over me. In His timing, He will bring these bones back to life for Him.
Lord, thank You for allowing us to come to the end of ourselves … over and over. Thank You for the promise we have, that You breathe real life into tired, dry bones. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
Thought for the Day
Are you ready to sit quietly and receive real life from the only One who can offer it?