For over a week I have been living on the story of the “Vision of the Valley of Dry Bones” in Ezekiel 37:1-14. And if you don’t know this story I encourage you to read it and see the great significance it has today.
Today I read this story one more time and instead of applying it to the formation of this mighty army I started thinking of the dry bones as things in our own lives, like dreams, hopes, visions, and promises that a lot of times seem to die. We look at those old dreams they look like a bunch of dry, lifeless bones.