The hand of the Lord came upon me and brought me out in the Spirit of the Lord and set me down in the midst of the valley and it was full of bones. Then He caused me to pass by them all around and behold there were many in the open valley, and indeed they were very dry, And He said to me, son of man, can these bones live? So I answered, “O Lord God, You know.” Ezekiel 37 :1-3
Sometimes writing (or living) starts with a valley of dry bones. We are done. Life has left us dry and scattered. We look around the valley we are in and wonder if we can pick up the pieces. And we see no help in sight.
In this place God meets us and we begin again. God says to us as we examine the pieces of our life, “Can these bones live?” And we are not sure. But we take a breath and begin.
The dry bone of grief becomes part of a story that will bring life to the reader. The rib bone of pain, hard to pick up, becomes hope for another. The bone that we least want to use, the bone of bitterness, is transformed to beauty as the character in our story overcomes. We continue word by word as God breathes life into our dry bones.
The story is done and we are exhausted but there is inside us a hope that was not there before. And when we look down at the page we see that the dry bones have become a living, breathing, army of words ready to march off the page into the lives of others.
“Can these bones live?”
Only God knows. But we can take a breath and begin.
Have you been there?
Laurie and Betsy