The Right Volume

I see it painted in lines across her face: WORN.
Sick again. On the heels of a season long with sickness.

The hand of the Lord was upon me, and he brought me out in the Spirit, set me down in the middle of the valley…

I notice the weight pressed down on yet another: WEARY.
Stuck in a cycle. Groping for the End button.

…it was full of bones. And he led me around among them…

I sense another feels the heat too: UNKNOWN.
A fork in the road ahead. Leads where?

…and behold, there were many on the surface of the valley…

I look in the mirror to see traces of all three. It’s almost too much for tired eyes to take in.

…and behold, they were very dry.

Dry bones. Emptied of life. Sucked of their very marrow.

And he said to me, ‘Son of man, can these bones live?’

Will she regain health?

Will she walk light and free?

Will she find direction?

And I answered, ‘O Lord God, you know.’

You, who raised the dead to life, would You return flow to places since emptied?

Then he said to me, ‘Prophesy over these bones, and say to them, O dry bones, hear the word of the Lord. Behold, I will cause breath to enter you, and you shall live.’

Word breaths. New hope. Until I feel it touch me I’ll carry their truth in my heart.

‘And I will lay sinews upon you, and will cause flesh to come upon you…’

Truth roots growing deep into soul soil dare me to ask, “Lord, would You kiss lips turned cold and blue?”

‘…and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and you shall live, and you shall know that I am the Lord.’

Lord, would you bring breath to lungs long since collapsed? Fresh wind for a people singed by pain and drained of fight?

So I prophesied as I was commanded. And as I prophesied, there was a sound, and behold, a rattling…

Would you take the Worn and make her New?

Give the Weary a Will to Walk?

Exchange the Unknown for a Hope and a Future?

Massage this heart whose beat has slowed?

‘Cause, Lord, there are some things coffee and chocolate can’t cure and we need to know there’s a reason to keep going. That Your Very Presence will heal us.

…and the breath came into them, and they lived and stood on their feet, an exceedingly great army.

Lord, pull us to standing. Clothe us for battle. Help us lean into You, in the midst of the struggle, when we’ve almost given up. Given out.

Lord, let us arise.

‘And I will put my Spirit within you, and you shall live…Then you shall know that I am the Lord; I have spoken, and I will do it, declares the Lord.’

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