From the Valley of Dry Bones: Your Moment to Rise

"The hand of the Lord was on me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the Lord and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones... Then he said to me, 'Prophesy to these bones and say to them, "Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord!"'" - Ezekiel 37:1,4

Dear Beautiful Queen,

Have you been walking through a season of death? Perhaps disappointment has become your constant companion, like a shadow that follows you from room to room. Grief has taken up residence in your heart, unpacking its bags and settling in for what feels like a permanent stay. Longings have been held at bay for so long you've forgotten what hope tastes like on your tongue.

"...hope deferred makes the heart sick." Proverbs 13:12

Maybe dreams have been seemingly crushed and lost—a marriage that ended, leaving you holding fragments of what once was whole; the death of a loved one whose absence echoes in every quiet moment; sickness that won't relent, stealing pieces of who you used to be; hurt that cuts deeper than you thought a soul could bear.

Perhaps this devastation happened in recent days, the wound still fresh and bleeding. But maybe these memories reach back years, even decades, and you find yourself still walking among the graveyard of that experience. The pain has become so familiar that you've learned to navigate life around the tombstones of what once was. The graveyard has become home—a place where you know every pathway, every stone, every shadow. You've grown comfortable in the darkness, not because you love it, but because it's all you remember.

Sometimes we don't even realize we're still there, still visiting the same burial grounds of our broken dreams, our shattered expectations, our murdered hopes. We've become so accustomed to the smell of death that we've forgotten what life smells like. We carry funeral flowers in our hearts and wonder why joy feels foreign on our lips.

This is your moment of being called out of the graveyard. Out of the tomb.

The Reality of Soul Wounds

The Lord reminded me of the story in Mark 5, when Jesus encountered the demoniac who carried the spirit of legion—many demons during a prayer session with 3 friends last week. Here's the reality in the spirit realm: we are wounded at a soul level when tragedy, loss, or death occurs in our lives, whether physically or metaphorically. These moments where our hearts are shattered are precisely where our souls receive significant wounds in the spiritual realm.

Our souls become the place where the enemy gains legal right to torment us with emotions of grief, panic, anxiety, and suffering. I have seen so many people in my life stuck in those moments, carrying wounds like badges of honor—battle scars they wear to show the world how tough they are, how resilient, how much they've survived similar to a tattoo.

But sometimes we don't even realize we're walking around in the tombs like that demoniac, weighed down by legions of familiar spirits that have become our identity. We carry depression like a martyr's crown, anxiety like armor, bitterness like a weapon. We sulk in what has been stolen from us, wanting someone to notice our pain, yet never breaking free from it.

The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor.

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,

to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners,

to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn,

and provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor." - Isaiah 61:1-3

Isaiah 61 tells us that the first thing Jesus came to do was heal the brokenhearted. That word "brokenhearted" originally refers to the soul. We need to identify where we have been wounded at our soul level so we can ask the Lord to heal that soul wound and remove any legal rights the enemy has gained access through.

Usually, in our pain, we have unknowingly partnered with destruction. How many of us have uttered words like "I wish I could die" or "Life isn't worth living anymore"? Sometimes we truly feel this way, but when we speak such words, they become demonic invitations—contracts written by our own words—giving the enemy legal access to our hearts, minds, souls, and emotions.

He canceled the record of the charges against us and took it away by nailing it to the cross." Colassians 2:14

But here's the powerful truth: through the resurrection power of Jesus on the cross, we have been given authority in the courtroom of heaven to cut off these legal rights and annul every contract the enemy has used to access our inner world. The blood of Jesus doesn't just forgive—it cancels every agreement we've made with death, every invitation we've extended to despair, every contract signed with defeat.

The Sound That Changes Everything

But here's where Ezekiel 37 becomes our roadmap to resurrection. God speaks to the prophet: "Prophesy to these bones." And when Ezekiel obeyed, there was a sound—a rattling—and the bones began to come together.

First, we must make a sound in the spirit realm. There is power in breaking the silence of death with the sound of faith. The rattling wasn't just noise—it was the sound of resurrection beginning.

Second, we prophesy. The power is in the Word, speaking life into existence over what appears dead. We don't just think positive thoughts; we speak God's truth over our circumstances with authority.

Third, we speak to the breath and call it in from all corners of the earth. After the bones came together, God told Ezekiel: "Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to it, 'This is what the Sovereign Lord says: Come, breath, from the four winds and breathe into these slain, that they may live.'" (Ezekiel 37:9). We invite the Spirit of God to breathe life into the dry places that seemed permanently lifeless and void.

Your Wake-Up Call

This is your wake-up call, daughters of the Most High God. You are created to be a queen. A queen is not seen walking around graveyards in tattered clothes, bruised, battered, and broken. A queen is designed to rise above her battlefields and emerge victorious. It doesn't mean we don't carry our scars—but we don't stay in a posture of defeat and destruction.

Just this past week, I witnessed this very transformation. During a prayer session with spirit-led friends, I saw the image of the legion story and felt prompted to pray over a dear friend, calling her out of the tombs. I prayed silently, and something broke off of her—something she later called "death." In that same week, we called in a dream of hers that had felt impossible, lost, carrying the weight of doubt.

Testimony

The next day three of us girls met at my friend's house. We were praying for the girl that had just been delivered from the spirit of death, turning our eyes to calling in what was written on her heart. All of the sudden we realized we were sitting in my friend's backyard—the exact spot where she had been married to her new husband just six months earlier—while calling another friend out of her season of death and darkness. Now, that doesn't seem so signficiant without the backstory. Four years ago, my friend had been in the darkest hour of her life. Her marriage had ended due to his infidelity, and the devastation was so complete that she had literally said she didn't care if she got COVID, implying she was fine with dying because her season felt too dark to survive. (sound familiar?)

For four long years, several of us walked through that valley of death with her—we grieved, mourned, forgave, and healed together. When she couldn't believe anymore, we believed for her. We encouraged her to dream again of a healthy, faithful, God-fearing marriage, holding onto that prophecy and prayer when her heart was too broken to hold it herself.

And now, there we sat in the very place where that impossible prayer had been answered—in her new backyard where she had married her faithful, God-fearing new husband just six months prior. As we called life over our other friend's seemingly dead dreams, it hit us: this was an altar moment. We were sitting in the exact sacred space where God had brought resurrection, where He had restored life and answered what once seemed impossible.

It was a full-circle moment of living testimony—receiving the fruit of one miracle while believing for another, proof that our God specializes in bringing life out of the deepest graves.

During this prayer session a song came to mind—"Rattle" by Essential Worship with Steven Furtick—and we were moved to remember that our God doesn't run out of miracles. What was once dead can be brought back to life. His miracle-working power never ends.

We were reminded to stop staying stuck in the tomb, but to open the door and come out. That's where our miracles are waiting.

Your Moment of Resurrection

So I pass that enlightenment on to you:

What tombs need the stone rolled away in your life?

Where do you need to come out of the darkness into the light and walk out of that grave?

Where do you need to speak God's words to the dry bones—the parts of you that you believed were truly dead?

And where do you need life (breath) called into those dry places that seemed lifeless and void?

This is your moment to do just that.

Here's your resurrection protocol:

1. Turn on "Rattle" and let the sound break the silence of death

2. Read Ezekiel 37 out loud and prophesy to your dry bones

3. Command the spirit of death and the spirit of legion to let go

4. Call yourself out of the graveyard, out of the tombs

5. Visualize the stone being rolled away and walk out

6. Ask God to supernaturally heal those soul wounds where the mortal wound was struck

7. Sit and soak in His soul surgery and healing powers

8. Watch the miracles take place

   
   

Sing, dance, shout it from the rooftops—because our God is able to do it all.

LIVE! That's the battle cry echoing from heaven over your life right now. Not just exist, not just survive, not just get by—but LIVE! Live with the fullness of resurrection power coursing through your veins. Live with the authority of a daughter who knows her Father's voice. LIVE!

This is the beginning of a new era, a season of reigning with life, hope, joy, and peace. It is our birthright as daughters of the King.

The valley of dry bones was never meant to be your permanent address. It's time to hear the rattle, feel the shaking, and watch as God puts the pieces of your life back together—not as they were, but better than before.

Your resurrection is waiting. The question is:

Will you prophesy to your dry bones today?