The Valley of Dry Bones, Things are Shaking
A Prophetic Encounter
Respectfully Submitted Barry Wunsch
I woke up at 5:30 in the morning with a fire burning in my Spirit, as I was praying and soaking, The Lord took me deep into an encounter.
He took me into the Valley of Dry Bones. There were bones spread out as far as I could see. I was literally walking in and around and through the bones that were scattered through the dust. The ground was so dry that it was like walking through powder the ground was so dry. My shoes were thick with the dust. I was taken into Ezekiel 37.
As I walked, or more like stumbled through it – I wept and wept and wept.
It was so desolate. It was so barren. Hopelessness lingered in the air. I had never experienced such a dry, dusty, lifeless environment. It was a desert.
As I looked around there were so many gave up along the way. They had given up hopes, and dreams. They gave up the fight to live.
As I walked around, it was almost like the bones talked to me, I knew their story. I saw where they had come from, and what they went through. I knew their history. I was shown the details and circumstances of how many of them ended up there, and how they perished.
I was led to an area, where I saw a massive pile of disjointed bones, my attention was instantly drawn to a Canadian Flag halfway buried under this heap. It was sticking out just enough for me to identify it. This Canadian Flag was folded up like it would be for a funeral presentation and burial. I knew that these bones were Canadian Bones, the ones that had lost hope for the Nation and what it had once been, and all that had been lost.
I was overcome by grief as I saw the bones and the people hurting so badly from all that they had been through.
As I walked through them all saw that miracles were coming to the dry and dead bones, they were beginning to shake as I walked around and through them.
I saw that there were so many that were brought down and taken out with deep regrets. Some had made one bad decision that shaped the rest of their lives for struggle. They replayed it over and over in their mind, thinking if they could have only done it differently life would have been good. If only they could do a do over, they would be ok.
I saw disappointments and lost dreams had taken many out, things just didn’t turn out like they had expected. They had done all the right things, but circumstances and unexpected events broke their hearts and spirits. They were not able to get past them or recover from them.
There were others that had been betrayed, devasted and rejected to the core. They were so hurt and broken they couldn’t carry on. Anger, unforgiveness and bitterness sucked the life out of them, and they didn’t make it.
I saw health issues had taken out many. I was taken into a hospital room where there was a woman in an induced coma, she had a very raw and sore throat as they had a tube being taken in and out of her throat through procedure after procedure. She was in a very sterile, clean, well lit room, and a nurse came in and was tenderly caring for her for the next steps and procedures that were to come.
As I continued to walk around, wave after wave of weeping poured through me, and The Bones were shaking and starting to rattle stronger and stronger.
You could feel the hopelessness, depression and oppression had been so heavy on many, they just could not get out of it.
I saw the dry bones of the Abused. They had been holding secrets that no one knew about. They carried the pain and trauma of it, trying to just function in life, until they just bled out.
I saw miracles coming to these dry abused bones.
I saw the dry bones of abusers. They wanted to be free but could not be free. They could not stop what they were doing on their own. They wanted to stop, but just could not, no matter how hard they tried. Full of shame, guilt and pain, they just gave up.
I saw the bones shaking and rattling, miracles were coming.
I saw the First Nations. A reserve, so hurting, so oppressed, struggling against racism, oppression and poverty.
Miracles were coming for the First Nations; the dry bones were starting to shake and move.
I saw the dry bones of many families. Some Families were together, struggling to make things work. They had taken hit after hit, on one way or another. And they were broken, hurting and in despair, unable to overcome the adversity that had hit them.
I saw the dry bones of some families that had been dispersed. They had been separated. Very broken and far apart. Broken. There was lost communication. Many misunderstandings, and offences. Unforgiveness. Judgements. Heart break and rejection all had taken its toll. I wept, and I wept, seeing the hurt and pain in them.
The bones were started to rattle all through the valley as I walked through them.
I saw husbands and wives, fighting, raging at each other. Children hiding and peeking through the cracks of the bedroom door, frightened and scared as the ones that were meant to love and protect them were out of control. I wept, and I wept.
I saw others that Financial hits and attacks took many out. Resources and opportunities stripped away from right beneath their feet. I saw empty stores. Empty shops, empty oil yards and sites. Devastated and empty commercial and industrial sites. Families struggling to make ends meet.
But the shaking on the Dry Bones was increasing. Rattle, Rattle, Rattle, The Dry Bones were starting to shake, harder and harder.
I saw the dry bones of addicts. Addictions of all sorts. Bondage of all kinds. Trapped, trying to sooth the pain with unhealthy substances or actions, temporary fixes that didn’t help in the long run, but only increased the pain. So many had lost their lives. I wept and I wept as saw what they had to overcome.
I saw the Dry Bones of many Pastors. Leaders, Broken and weak, They were dry, so very dry. They had nothing left to give. They gave all they had to those they were caring for. They carried the weight of the ones they loved, and some they didn’t, but they did it anyway. They had been attacked and hammered on again and again on the frontlines of caring and pastoring. They took some big hits, in silence, yet again to not to cause hurt to the hurting ones striking them. They were spent. Going through the actions. Dry, weak, weary and broken. Many unsure where to go from here.
I saw Sylvan Lake (from 10,000 feet) under oppression, heaviness and darkness.
Sylvan Lake hear the word of the Lord and LIVE!
There was LIFE trembling through this Valley of Dry Bones.
What Gods says will LIVE, will LIVE!
God is big enough to bring Resurrection life to it all. To every dead thing the enemy took out.
As I walked through the valley I wept, and wept, and wept. Shaking and weeping.
I saw Life flowing through the Dry Bones, bringing healing, hope, restoration to these places of devastation.
Dry Bones Hear the word of the Lord, and LIVE!
Dry Bones Hear the word of the Lord, and LIVE!
There is Resurrection Power among us!
The Breath of God is Blowing into each one, each family, each life.
Dry Bones are Coming to life!
There are still miracles for today and days to come. It is not as though there were only a limited number of miracles that have been used up. There are miracles being released in our day, here and now, and He has them for you.
There is hope for you today. No matter where you are today, what you have been through, or what you are facing, or what your situation is. God Loves you. And He is bringing LIFE to your Dry Bones and situations today. He is breathing in His Life into you, so you can LIVE. He is bringing resurrection life, healing and restoration through the Valley of Dry Bones.
Respectfully Submitted Barry Wunsch
Ezekiel 37 New King James Version (NKJV)
The Dry Bones Live
37 The hand of the Lord came upon me and brought me out in the Spirit of the Lord, and set me down in the midst of the valley; and it was full of bones. 2 Then He caused me to pass by them all around, and behold, there were very many in the open valley; and indeed they were very dry. 3 And He said to me, “Son of man, can these bones live?”
So I answered, “O Lord God, You know.”
4 Again He said to me, “Prophesy to these bones, and say to them, ‘O dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! 5 Thus says the Lord God to these bones: “Surely I will cause breath to enter into you, and you shall live. 6 I will put sinews on you and bring flesh upon you, cover you with skin and put breath in you; and you shall live. Then you shall know that I am the Lord.” ’ ”
7 So I prophesied as I was commanded; and as I prophesied, there was a noise, and suddenly a rattling; and the bones came together, bone to bone. 8 Indeed, as I looked, the sinews and the flesh came upon them, and the skin covered them over; but there was no breath in them.
9 Also He said to me, “Prophesy to the breath, prophesy, son of man, and say to the [a]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 [b]breath came into them, and they lived, and stood upon their feet, an exceedingly great army.
11 Then He said to me, “Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. They indeed say, ‘Our bones are dry, our hope is lost, and we ourselves are cut off!’ 12 Therefore prophesy and say to them, ‘Thus says the Lord God: “Behold, O My people, I will open your graves and cause you to come up from your graves, and bring you into the land of Israel. 13 Then you shall know that I am the Lord, when I have opened your graves, O My people, and brought you up from your graves. 14 I will put My Spirit in you, and you shall live, and I will place you in your own land. Then you shall know that I, the Lord, have spoken it and performed it,” says the Lord.’ ”
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