For some, it seems like it’s one thing after another.
Sick kids, flat tire, laid-off parent, dead pet, bad back, etc., etc. (And that’s putting it mildly.)
I was reading about a pilgrimage in Psalm 84. The sojourners were on their way to a heavenly city. But they had to pass through the Valley of Baca. Baca is described as a desert place of “adversity.” It is literally translated as the Valley of Tears.
Many of us know that place – where hope goes a-missing, circumstances don’t change, and isolation, frustration and despair seem to rule the day. We start our journeys strong. Naturally, we lose steam as the road gets long and the sun beats down. We have parched spirits, tired feet and weary hearts.
The travelers in the Psalm are said to go from strength to strength. Instead of getting weaker as they journey, they get stronger and stronger – even while passing through the valley of weeping. The pilgrims – because their strength is in the Lord – are able to make the desolate valley a place of springs, in which God sends early autumn rains.
As mothers, we have to be strong by definition. We have to be advocates, and “warriors”, and “mama bears.” We have to be doctors, and therapists and teachers.
My motherhood story is only five years long, and it’s clear to me that I cannot do this in my own strength. No use in even trying.
To get to the other side… to reach the promise, I do not want to just go from one struggle to the next, I want to go from strength to strength. Brave in the face of each new trial because God is for me and with me.
The Psalm 84 pilgrims demonstrated that those who look to Him to be their strength are not only sustained, but empowered as they pass through the valley.
Our kids are getting stronger and stronger. I look at my girl – she’s moving slow, but she’s learning. She’s growing.
She’s showing me that in going from strength to strength, there is always the element of progress.