Ezekiel 37:1-14
The Hand of the Lord was upon me, and He brought me out in the Spirit of the Lord and set me down in the middle of the valley; it was full of bones.
2 And He led me around among them, and behold, there were very many on the surface of the valley, and behold, they were very dry. 3 And He said to me,
“Son of man, can these bones live?”
And I answered, “O Lord God, you know.”
and you shall know that I am the Lord.”
7 So I prophesied as I was commanded. And as I prophesied, there was a sound, and behold, a rattling, and the bones came together, bone to its bone. 8 And I looked, and behold, there were sinews on them, and flesh had come upon them, and skin had covered them. But there was no breath in them.
9 Then He said to me,
“Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to the breath, Thus says the Lord God: Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe on these slain, that they may live.”
10 So I prophesied as He commanded me, and the breath came into them, and they lived and stood on their feet, an exceedingly great army.
11 Then He said to me,
“Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. Behold, they say, ‘Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost; we are indeed cut off.’ 12 Therefore prophesy, and say to them, Thus says the Lord God:
Behold, I will open your graves and raise you from your graves, O my people. And I will bring you into the land of Israel. 13 And you shall know that I am the Lord, when I open your graves, and raise you from your graves, O my people. 14 And I will put my Spirit within you, and you shall live, and I will place you in your own land. Then you shall know that I am the Lord; I have spoken, and I will do it, declares the Lord.”
Are we getting better or bitter? Since the pandemic and the Awake Time.
Probably both. A little honesty there.
Remember with me, Earth, Wind and Fire
Do you remember
Love was changin' the minds of pretenders
While chasin' the clouds away
Our hearts were ringin'
In the key that our souls were singin'
As we danced in the night, remember
How the stars stole the night away, oh yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Ba-dee-ya
Say, do you remember?
Ba-dee-ya
Dancin' in September
Ba-dee-ya
Never was a cloudy day
Yes, this is June, not September or even Thanksgiving. But we need to see something of vast good. Before Covid, Thanksgiving was debunked as distinctly unworthy.
After Covid. We are On.




































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