1 How lovely is your dwelling place, O LORD Almighty! 2 My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the LORD ; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. 3 Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young- a place near your altar, O LORD Almighty, my King and my God. 4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they are ever praising you. Selah 5 Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage. Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well; the rain also filleth the pools. (I heard recently, someone referred to the valley of Baka as valley of tears.) he literal Valley of Baca is thousands of miles away in a land that most of us have never traveled to. The spiritual Valley of Baca is very familiar. We all know the road and have probably all been down it many times. The Valley of Baca. I picture a desolate place. A place that sane people avoid at all costs. It is dry and barren. Isolated. The heat of the valley drains the weary travelers quickly. Hope is waning and despair quietly takes its place. I went through the Valley of Baca. As I entered, I was afraid. But I knew that I had to pass through the Valley, because on the other side was what I needed, what I had been promised. I set my heart on my journey. My strength begin to fail me. Hope was disappearing. It wasnt supposed to be like this! I just wanted to get to the other side - to my promise. But, it seemed that each step I took, added ten more to my journeys end! How would I make it! I was dry. I was thirsty! My soul was parched! There seemed no end in sight. I became full of despair. Was this what the end would be like? Would I die in this condition? Where had my strength gone? In utter desperation I cried out to God- my Redeemer, my Savior! I weeped before my God. My tears mirrored the agony of my heart. Once again, I set my heart on my journey. He would be my strength. He would sustain me! He provided me with water for my soul. I refreshed myself in Him. My circumstance didnt change. It wouldnt. This was Baca, the place of adversity where weeping and anguish would accompany me until I reached the end of my pilgrimage. But God! He was there! He held me when I cried. He wiped the tears. He comforted me when I was bruised. He replaced despair with His Presence. I still couldnt see the end of the Valley of Baca, but He was my strength. If I could just trust in Him, all would be well. Each time I felt I couldnt go on and was thirsting to death, He provided nourishment from the springs. He watered my soul from His cup. It seemed as if an eternity passed. I reached the end of the Valley of Baca. I was not defeated! I was stronger! I had learned lessons of wisdom and strength. It wasnt the Valley of the Shadow of Death- it was Baca. The Valley of Adversity, the valley of weeping. `Treasures in Jars of Clay` -Dorinda Blann
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 13:59:39 +0000
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