Live, bones, live!

I have been thinking a lot lately about the nature of faith and how by our faith or lack thereof, we can limit what God wants to do in our lives. Let me explain.

The other day, God impressed on my heart to read about the valley of dry bones in Ezekiel 37. One phrase stuck out to me; "Son of Man, can these dry bones live?" And I realized that this is the question that God asks us almost every day of our lives about many different situations. And I wondered what my answer would be.

We are selling one of our houses. It is located on 10 acres of land. Now, you know the housing market isn't great right now, but nonetheless, we had an offer on it. Then the potential buyer talked to a neighbor and came to believe some things that weren't true, prompting them to withdraw their offer.

I was devastated to say the least. But in my heart, God asked me this question; "Son of Man, can these dry bones live?" Am I going to resign myself to this abysmal situation, or am I going to believe in the God of the impossible - the God who does ALL things well? Am I going to live in the natural or wait expectantly for the rattling as the "bones" come together and tendons and flesh appear - and life springs from death?

I choose to believe. I may look like a fool, but that is a chance I am willing to take to serve a God that is greater than I have made Him out to be. Look at the "dead areas" in your life. God is asking the same question of you, pleading with you to believe, to let Him show His greatness; "Son of Man, can these dry bones live?"