The Valley of Dry Bones and God's Breath of Life Ezekiel and the Dry Bones The day began like any other for the prophet Ezekiel. The air was warm, and the familiar scent of baking bread drifted from a neighbor's home. Suddenly, a feeling like a gentle but powerful whirlwind wrapped around him. It didn't push him or scare him; it felt warm, like the most comforting hug he could ever imagine.

The world around him blurred into a swirl of sandy yellows and sky blues as he was lifted, no longer feeling the ground beneath his feet. A quiet, peaceful hum filled his ears as the hand of the Lord carried him away on a mysterious and holy journey. Just as suddenly as the journey began, it stopped. Ezekiel’s feet touched down on soft, powdery dust. His breath caught in his throat as he looked around a huge, wide valley. There were no green trees or colorful flowers, no sound of birds or buzzing bees.

The whole valley was filled with bones white, brittle, and scattered like countless forgotten pebbles. But just as I have raised this army, I will rescue them from their sadness and bring them home." A deep, comforting joy filled Ezekiel’s heart. The vision was over, but the image of the living army was burned into his mind forever. He now knew, with all his heart, that nothing was too broken for God to fix, nothing too dead for God to bring back to life.