"Blessed are those whose strength is in You, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of Baca, they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools. They go from strength to strength, till each appears before God in Zion." (v. 4-6)
As I read the phrase "they go from strength to strength" I found myself praying...."Lord, help me to journey through life from strength to strength. I sometimes feel as though I'm going from crisis to crisis or prayer need to prayer need." You know what I mean? It seems like certain stretches of road have me going from drama to drama (maybe that's because I have teenagers) or concern to concern. Don't get me wrong. I count my blessings every day and I know my cup runs over with abundance, but when I hit those places in the road where things are tough I find myself wanting the gentler road...the one without all the mud and all the mess. That's when I long for the pretty path with flowers and paved roads.
And then I quietly heard in my heart the Lord whisper to my spirit, "It's not your strength that you go from, it's Mine. In those times of crisis or trouble or drama, it's My strength that you land on and take off from." That Valley of Baca is a reference to a place of tears. As I walk through the places that make me cry (and I will walk through those place...we all do), I find comfort and refreshment in Him. He is the source of my strength.
See, I was backwards in my thinking. (again) What I was really wanting was 'cake walk' to 'cake walk', but I know enough to know that during those hard times, that it has been His strength that I've encountered and that has supported me and held me up. It's particularly during the hard times that I find myself leaning in to Him. It's His strength that gets me through one trial and onward in my journey. If I didn't have to pass through those Valleys of Tears, I wouldn't know His strength the way I do. I'm so blessed. I have been all along. He reminded me that I have been walking from strength to strength.....not mine. His.
In the end, it doesn't matter what condition the road is that I find myself traveling on...
just that I am found traveling in Him. I've set my heart on pilgrimage and I'm so thankful that He supplies His strength for each mile of the journey.