The Valley’s of our Lives.
To see the hills, the mountains, the ledges and spilling waterfalls. The higher levels. The seemingly better places. It seems like there is so much more life above, and that the valley is keeping you from it all.
And I don’t categorize “change” here with some “cheesy” or “cheery” description, but with an-all-out seriousness, that what I have learned during the valley’s have had eternal impact. Enough that I am learning that trying to fight them, or somehow escape, would be turning my back on the very thing I am supposed to learn.
There has been an intimacy developed in my relationship with the Lord in the valley.
A silent assurance that He saw the big picture, the big plan, and the big purpose behind the dryness of the season.
He doesn’t waste valley’s.
He hasn’t wasted my sorrow, my pain, my hurt, and my disappointments.
He doesn’t forget about me here. In fact, the longer the season lasted, the more I realized how He was luring me to listen, and remind me that, “He is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit”. And that He longs to, “heal and bind up wounds” and be the one who makes me whole again.
Looking back on this winter- on waiting, looking back on miscarrying, looking back on struggling with addiction in our family for years now, what I find in my valley’s are more of Him and less of Me.
Mike Eire, our old pastor used to say, “The reward of Jesus is Jesus”. That’s the funny thing about the upside down Kingdom of God. The victory I found in the valley wasn’t answers, a mapped out timeline, some prize, or jazzy reward.
It was more of Jesus.
A deeper relationship, more trust and dependence on Him.
And that, my friends, was the best kind of victory.