From the four winds come, O spirit, and breathe into these slain that they may come to life. I prophesied as he told me, and the spirit came into them; they came alive and stood upright, a vast army. Then he said to me: Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. They have been saying, "Our bones are dried up, our hope is lost, and we are cut off." Therefore, prophesy and say to them: Thus says the Lord GOD: O my people, I will open your graves and have you rise from them, and bring you back to the land of Israel. Then you shall know that I am the LORD, when I open your graves and have you rise from them, O my people! I will put my spirit in you that you may live, and I will settle you upon your land; thus you shall know that I am the LORD. I have promised, and I will do it, says the LORD. (Ezekiel 37: 9-14)Jesus had opened my grave, His hand had been upon me, and He had breathed His Spirit into my dry bones ... I was truly alive! For nearly twenty years I had suffered from Chronic Pelvic Floor Dysfunction, depression, anxiety, and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. The ten muscles at the core of my body were clenched in fear causing pain that was constant and debilitating. But the worst part of this pain was that in the preceding three years it had daily triggered flashbacks and nightmares of the trauma that had caused it. My body, my mind, and my soul were stuck in my painful past. This is a particular evil of sexual trauma - I was buried and barely breathing in the inescapable grave of my own body. And then, on the evening of Saint Valentine’s Day, Jesus opened my grave, touched my dry bones, spoke words of love, and raised my mind, body, and soul to new life. As I lay in bed attempting to listen to a Catholic guided visualization and progressive muscle relaxation recording, I cried out to Jesus, “I just can’t bear this another day, Jesus. I cannot keep imagining You touching me! Please, Lord, please heal me!” The words had not even left my lips when He came and He touched me. His touch is gentle and warm, and His Light is both brilliant beyond imagining and yet so soft. And His voice is like a sweet love song. For the first time in years, every muscle in my body grew warm and heavy and the clenching and tightness melted away. I drifted to sleep in His arms and there I slept peacefully until morning. When I awakened to the sun shining in through my window, I was immediately overwhelmed with gratitude for a restful night of sleep. I prayed, “O Jesus, thank You! Thank You for the peaceful sleep. I can go on. I will be okay with the pain.” I truly believed that His miracle for me was one night’s rest with no nightmares or pain waking me! Once I was out of bed and getting busy with the school day routine, I quickly became aware that something was “wrong.” Where was my pain? I had no pain! Each moment, was filled with gratitude and cautious hope. What if the pain came back in the next moment, or hour, or day? What if I was only imagining that I didn’t feel any pain? A day, a week, a month passed by and not only was the physical pain gone but the emotional and psychological pain was gone. I no longer had flashbacks or panic attacks, no more nightmares, and no more depressive symptoms. With one touch, Jesus, my Lord and my God, had healed and restored ME … all of me … mind, body, and soul. On that March morning, in Father’s office, the resurrection power of our Lord was evident in the brightness of my eyes, in my smile, in the ease of my walk and the straightness of my back. After listening quietly to my story, Father jumped out of his chair, grabbed his Bible, and turned to Ezekiel 37. As he read aloud to me, I wept and a prayer sprang up within me, which I share below. I believe we are all called to speak Life and Hope in this world full of dry bones and souls barely breathing in graves dug by abuse, trauma, sin, and despair. Will you pray with me for the hand of Jesus to be upon you and for the breath of His Spirit to burn within you? Together, let us rise up into a vast army and the air will resound with the thunder-like rattling of dry bones coming to life! I was dry bones, Lord. I was … skin and bones … nearly dead. But You have made flesh grow on me, covered me with new skin, and breathed life … Your Life and Spirit … into my bones … into my heart, my soul, my mind. I have come to life! You have opened my grave and risen me to life … life with You … Life in Your Love … and I know You are God … my Lord and my God …. And I will not be silent any longer … Your Spirit in me longs and burns to be known, leaping within me ... urging and inspiring me ... too powerful for me to contain and keep hidden. Oh Lord, may my Spirit-filled bones dance for You and help You to raise up those who still lie in their graves! May I speak Your words of Life and Hope to them! May I be part of Your vast army of dry bones come alive!
Resources:United States Bishop’s Document on Domestic Violence National Catholic Register article on Domestic Violence: "Catholics are not immune to domestic violence"
Copyright 2019 De Yarrison
About the Author
De is a wife, mother, professional coach and women’s retreat facilitator. She is super excited about guiding women to discover the Truth of who they are – God’s chosen and beloved ones! Through her coaching practice and women’s ministry, YouAreMadeNew.com, De guides women to live life led by the Holy Spirit, and to cultivate resilience, self-compassion, and an unwavering trust in our incredible God.