“My Spirit will give you breath, and you will live again. I will bring you home, and you will know that I have kept my promise. I, the Lord, have spoken.””
This bit of scripture has been on repeat on my mind all day:
“…Son of man, can these bones live?…Prophesy!…”
It was a tagging that needed to be addressed albeit the zero sleep autopilot mode whilst on road-trip to support a friend that became family. This passenger princess chose to finally attend to it. Ezekiel 37 the beautiful backdrop that I soon gained a different perspective on.
Ezekiel the watchman, finds himself in a valley of dry bones of what looked like an army🥺. He and God in partnership which translated to the rising of a mighty army, whole without a tinge of evidence on what they had been through🙆🏽♀️.
It reminded me of the three Hebrew boys who came out of the fire without a hint of smoke on them😂.
This our God! Ah!😅
Papa was quick to let me know that this wasn’t just another bible story He was running me through, but rather sounding an alarm that carried a sense of urgency. He was out to breathe life again over His army that had succumbed to the warfare.
You see Ephesians 6:13 is quite clear, that having done all you need to, stand firm. It’s been a season of intense warfare on every front even as we usher the awakening in its fullness. The jeers have been loud, the doubts almost irrefutable, the frustration brewing higher and a fogginess to the vision laid out. The bullying hitting the ceilings, the weariness coming in as a flood coupled with plenty of changes that could easily have the shiny things dangling as a distraction an easier alternative.
In the thick of it, resounding Job’s words that though He slays me I will still trust.
Nevertheless, you might have put down your shield to catch a breath, only to find yourself as a casualty of a stray bullet🤦🏽♀️. You nurse that one, maneuver and get another hit due to the deception of the warfare dying down only for it to change up its gears🥺.
I am familiar to that place which has you on your knees hoping for a Good Samaritan to pass by in hope for redemption. I know what it means to engage in warfare long enough to feel like you have zero awareness of time.
I have been there, staring at that valley crawling to Papa for strength yet again recognizing that I may easily join that pile of bones in a split second😔.
It took a close friend that operates in the mandate of being a revivalist and a watchman to call me back. Papa sent help my way right on time😊.
Thus, I understood why He needed me to sound the alarm with a sense of urgency. I had been to that pit, I was living proof of what it meant to come back. His help came with multiple bonuses just as the scripture above denotes.
Therefore, this is a wake up call to those called upon, the instruction stands clear as day in their hearts. The intensity of the last few years, has resulted to a number finding themselves in that valley with no way out.
Hoping that someone will come their way and speak life back into their bones. An army raised up for this last lap, as we prepare for the Groom’s return for His bride.
Those who fought through but the tide still caught up with them.
Through this awakening, a testimony may arise glorifying God for what He’s done and about to do.
Yet again, serving as a monument of faithfulness to those that come after, an extravagant display of our God.
Therefore, buckle up:
Oh ye watchmen,
You are His mouthpiece.
There’s a call to labour without tire.
No off days.
Tarrying till it is here then some more.
The valley of dry bones is crying out for you.
Wield your power, work your sword.
Breathe out fire.
The keys were long released.
Your silence is costly.
Stand!
Hugs❤️
HIGHCARBLIVING 