Valley of Dry Bones

Good morning, my friend!  Good morning, Father!  Lord, You alone know our aloneness and our lostness.  You alone can see the shadows in our hearts, our fears and desperations.  You are mighty to save.  You are eternal and all-powerful.  At the end of ourselves, when all that is left is the withered remnant of hopes and dreams, when there are no more tears to shed or solutions to try, and all around for as far as the eye can see is wilderness and a valley of dry bones, we come to the end of ourselves and come to the beginning of You.  Father meet my friend right there is their wasteland.  Rush into the vacuum of their heart.  Fill the void with the only thing that can put an end to the steady bleed of their soul that constantly demands to be refilled.  Fill them with Yourself, that the search for belonging, meaning, and filling for their insatiable hunger and thirst would finally find satisfaction.  May their search come to an end.  In their lostness I pray You are found.  Breathe life into the desert place. Bring streams of living water to the parched plains of their soul.  Whisper their name in the wind.  Woo them with kindness.  Bind their wounds and overshadow them with Your wings.  There at the end of themselves, together may You begin again.  A new beginning, renewed hope and fresh vision inspired by the One who breathed the stars and set the planets spinning.  Set them on a new course, for a new purpose with a new focus, fueled divinely and solely by Your Spirit.  Bless my friend.  Father, take them from here.  In Jesus Name ❤️