Psalm 84
5 Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.
6 As they pass through the Valley of Baca,
they make it a place of springs;
the autumn rains also cover it with pools.
7 They go from strength to strength,
till each appears before God in Zion.
8 Hear my prayer, O LORD God Almighty;
listen to me, O God of Jacob.
I love this passage for so many different reasons. I need to break it down this morning and remind myself of the promises in every verse.
Blessed are those whose strength is in You……..
Don’t we all long for a blessing…..
A feeling that God is saying, ‘Here, because of your belief in me, your trust in me, I am giving you peace, joy, hope….”
And truthfully, where else could I put my strength? We try to put it in our careers, our savings accounts, our family, our friends, maybe even our hobbies, but in the end………….
All we’ll be left with is God……………beautiful, wonderful God. So I have to put my strength in Him. He is my only lasting Rock.
As they pass through the Valley of Baca…
Yes, that’s where I’m at. The Valley of Tears. Going there doesn’t sound like an option of “if” but the reality of “when.” So my “time” of passing through is now…..
And that’s what God says, I’m passing through. That sounds hopeful. Like maybe there’s a place to walk up out of this valley for a time! I have to remember that while I’m here, I’m simply passing through………..that’s hard to remember when morning after morning the tears keep coming and night after night they come again.
That’s why I love the next part so much!
They make it a place of springs. The autumn rains also cover it with pools.
Wow! In these valleys it looks we still have a purpose and that purpose is good. Who wouldn’t want to stumble upon a spring while in a dry and barren land. I think that’s what God is calling us to in our grief. He’s calling us to take our tears and create springs of hope for a hurting world. Springs that say, “we’re going to make it through this valley…..you can too….”
Oh, Lord, help me to take my tears and transform them into springs of hope not puddles of despair. I’m trusting in Your strength in this dry and barren land.
And then the passage goes on to tell me that “yes, it is truly an over and over again decision to trust.”
I won’t trust in God’s strength one morning and then suddenly, miraculously everything will be “all better”
Verse 7 says, “They go from strength to strength til each appears before God in Zion.”
Okay, I feel better. Because I just have enough strength to get out of bed sometimes. And other days I may have enough strength to send someone a note or take my son and his friends to the movies or let Olivia have a friend over to play or clean the back porch or do the laundry….
All I know is that sometimes the only strength I have is not enough to do much more than the “next thing.”
So, I trust that after this strength God will give me more strength…
And I truly learn to live “from strength to strength!”
And finally, as I pass through this valley of sadness, I trust that God is listening as I pray.
Those dark prayers on my closet floor, those desperate prayers on my knees laying over my bed, those short prayers I whisper under my breath as I do the dishes, and the list goes on and on,
Hear My Prayer, Lord God Almighty.
Listen to me, O God of Jacob.
Grief has brought me a new best friend. One I should have had all my life.
God, You are my best friend. My Father. My Lord. My Fortress.
But most of all right now.
You are my Strength.
I know this valley is something I will pass through eventually. And I find comfort in that truth. But deep inside I also know that while I will in a sense “walk out of the depths of this valley,” I will never, ever forget Nick or not miss him. I know this so deeply because I walked this valley with Adrienne, and yes, I did eventually “pass through it.” But she is forever with me and I am forever thankful.
I read this quote from a book and it made me feel better about this aspect of grief.
“My grief journey has no one destination. I will not “get over it.” The
understanding that I don’t have to be done is liberating. I will mourn this
death for the rest of my life.” (p. 102)
Alan D. Wolfelt, Ph.D., (1997) The Journey Through Grief,
Fort Collins, Co: Companion Press.
Fort Collins, Co: Companion Press.
So while the Valley of Baca, the place of sadness and misery that I often find myself in, is something I will pass through, I am okay with the fact that my grief has no true destination. I don’t have to rush to find this “place” where I’ll be healed or “over it.”
No, I am Adrienne’s mom and I am Nick’s mom. And I will forever grieve their absence from me. And that’s okay. It’s a small price to pay for the honor of being their mom.
So as I cry, my prayers are that the tears will become springs of hope.
And as I walk, my prayer is that God will continue to be my strength.
And as I pass through this valley, my prayer is that if someone is walking the same valley not too far behind me that in my footprints they may find springs of hope…..
That they too will pass through and make it to the other side….
From Strength to Strength.
Passing Through the Valley,
In December of 2007 as our youngest son, Nick, was fighting brain cancer, I began to blog. Writing provided a way for me to release all of my questions, fears, and doubts. It also allowed me to share the ups and downs of Nick's journey with people who were praying for him all over the world. When Nick went Home in November of 2008, my blog became my way of searching for God in the midst of my deep heartache. My heart was broken and grief brought to the surface every emotion imaginable. Being able to release those emotions through my writing brought a sense of purpose to my pain. Having already walked the road of grief in 1992 when we lost our daughter to SIDS, I knew I needed a way to keep from falling into a pit of depression and despair. I had walked close to the edge of a bottomless pit when we lost our daughter,and I knew I couldn't let myself get that close to the edge again. This blog has been and continues to be my tiny corner of the world where I can share My Heart as I journey through God's Word.......thus the name........ My Heart His Words. Thank you for taking time to share life with me. If we do not meet while here on earth, I look forward to hearing all about your life when we reach our final destiny.........Heaven! Email me anytime at 
I had to comment and say thank you. Today as I face so many unknowns and I try not to give into my fears…. I am thankful for your words that reminded to look for strength in God. Thank you.
Christine Alley-Larrbee
From strength to strength–it’s just like God to encourage us and break up our grief.
I’m sure at times you feel like it is all piled up on you–oh, but He is creating!
I love being in on your ‘process’ through your blog.
And if I never get the privilege to give you a hug on this earth, I will be so happy to meet you and Nick together.
Blessings of Hope today,
Luanne
As usual, I am just amazed. I love your insights on “passing through the valley” – it’s a journey not a destination. Thank you for that. Thank you for your honesty and continuing to share your thoughts in the midst of so much pain. God bless you Tammy.
Tammy,
This was just INCREDIBLE!!!!
I love this Psalm too.
And as you are passing through that Valley, you are making springs for us to drink from.
Thank you for allowing us to journey along side of you.
I get so see how wonderful, how faithful and loving our God truly is.
Keep holding on, taking one step at a time.
He’s there right beside you all that way. Sometimes carrying you when you can’t take that next step.
LOVE YOU TAMMY!
Dear Friend,
You have such a gift with words. The Lord really is blessing others thru you!
Lifting you up in prayer,
natalie
The mountaintops are often sparse, but the valleys are green and lush. It’s difficult to be in the valley, but that is where the most growth can occur.