Valley of Praise Day 11

Saturday, a day of fun and play for Little Bush, turned into a Valley of Praise. It seems peculiar to her to be in a state of rest and healing, yet suddenly transported into another person’s garden. She didn't have to perform, She didn't have to do anything but listen and respond. The Major tree in this garden stood tall and beautiful and elegant in speech.. She shared of another garden, but one that was very different from the one Little Bush lived in. This was a valley of dry bones with bones stripped of flesh. A valley with many scattered bones, very dry bones that would question, "can we live again"? When we are waiting for action in a valley of death, it can feel like no one can rescue us or no one has the ability to breathe life into us again. Little Bush sighed, "can my bones live again?" Without fan fair, a gentle breeze of revelation connected Little Bush to the finished product of the Tall and beautiful tree. The tall tree, when made into paper becomes the scroll that penned the Words of the Gardner on it and she was speaking directly from the pages of the Gardener's instruction Book. "Speak to these bones and command these bones to live.". Then the Wind of the Spirit kissed Little Bush with His breath.