From Strength to Strength
I am about to make a very difficult call. My cell phone is in hand and I just want the difficult things of life to stop – just for a while. Jesus prompts the Spirit of my friend, Erica. At the exact moment of desperate need, I receive a txt; Psalm 84:5-7. My Bible is there and I turn.
Happy are the people whose strength is in You, Whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.
As they pass through the Valley of Baca, They make it a source of springwater;
Even the autumn rain will cover it with blessings.
They go from strength to strength;
Each appears before God in Zion.
Psalm 84:5-7 (HCSB)
I feel weak. I am not weak in a physical sense; I am weak in a soul sense. It seems that life is just one step of going from weak to weak; the hurts of the heart, the wounds of a life that I stack against myself, the offenses that hurl from a friend or family member, the pain that is from sickness and loss, the day to day mundane of the pouring out of a life, into others, until you feel invisible and alone.
Life is like the Valley of Tears and I am like those Israelites that plodded through the dessert dry, yearning to get to the place of God; the place of wholeness, forgiveness and worship. They needed drenching – soul drenching. Their lives, like mine, have been scorched from the pains of this world.
They needed Living Water; the only One that saturates the places deep within.
My Valley is in my mind when I say things to myself that I would never say to another. The words of a woman’s mind can wreck her spirit. My thoughts foster such wicked insults about myself – the one Jesus suffered and died for. I am hard on me and I wound Him.
My Valley is in my body when I am worn thin with physical sickness and exhaustion. Even then I feel sorrow when I am unable to carry my portion. I blame myself and become apologetic to those that rely on me. The pride of thinking that they cannot do without my help is destructive to us both.
Sometimes I look back on the life of sin choices and I am guilt ridden with shame and unworthiness.
How can there be blessings of life and joy in such things as these?
Scripture straightens it out.
My Valley of Tears is actually God’s source of life! It is my journey to Him.
HE is the joy, and joy is my strength.
What I have believed to be a life of “weak to weak” has really been a moving of “strength to strength”. In each, God has been pouring Living Water into my dry soul. In each strength to strength I take one step closer to God and I am equipped for the next strength that lies ahead.
In “The Hard” I receive blessings; the ones that cannot be held in a hand. His water flows.
In each valley, Jesus quenches my thirst. He fills me with His Spirit and He lengthens the history of His faithfulness in my life. There is much assurance in remembering what God has done. In each strong point I become more like my Savior so I can carry on to the strong point that lies ahead. I must go through it to get to Him.
When I am weak, He is strong.
I do not want to see my life as if I am just moving from one difficulty to another. No, I want to view each circumstance as a strengthening step that is full of blessings. With this knowledge, I am no longer defeated and weak. My heart becomes confident and set on the pilgrimage, knowing I am blessed and one step closer to my God. I can now move forward knowing that the strength is FOR me and my ultimate goal is waiting, on the other side.
Praying you Live Like You Know,