Dry bones…

Again reading from the ‘Book of Ezekiel‘

Ezekiel 37:5,6

“Bring my dry bones together, cover them with skin and I shall live again!”
In our desert experiences in the land of
seemingly death, as trees devoid of life, our dry bones are without skin and breath!

“The hand of the Lord came upon me in His Spirit, and set me
down in the midst of the valley, and it was full of bones…
and behold there were very many in the open valley and indeed
they were very dry. And He said to me . . . can these bones live?
So I answered, “Oh Lord God you know… prophecy unto these bones
and say to them “Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord” Thus says the Lord
God to these bones ” Surely I will cause breath to enter into you
and you shall live!”

* * * * *
Lord, only you and I know what it took to get
to this place on earth, earnestly seeking the right
way to go. With tightness of stomach and
tension of muscles, every fiber of my being
disrupted, constant motion creating
commotion.

Oh Lord, put me back together
again. Knit me together with the same needles
used in my mother’s womb. Bring my dry
bones together as you promised long ago
.
And as you fashion me, help me to know the
pricks and punctures from your needles
are only for my growth. When it begins to
hurt I promise I’ll try not to cry, but if I
do my tears you will dry. And please
remember to use your thimble, for I know

it hurts you more than I. When your
children are hurt your precious Son feels

also the pain. And when the needles are
placed in your pin cushion to rest , cushioning
the blows for your children below. A
stitch is not taken unless it is needed. This is
enough for now and all you will allow.
When you see I am becoming unraveled
and its time to pick up your needles once
more, pour your oil on my wounds with the
Salve from heaven!