I’ve been sick the past few days, fighting off a nasty cold that has settled in my throat. I keep drinking gallons of hot tea with honey, and sipping cups of chicken broth, and wishing I could just sleep all day, every day.
When I’m sick, all I want are comforting things. Warm blankets, soft pillows, hot tea.
Sometimes I feel like the Psalms are God’s version of wrapping us tight in warmth and gentleness, right when we need it most.
“Blessed are those whose strength is in you…”
It begins. Blessing to those who are depending on Christ for their strength. Oh, yes, that’s me!
“As they go through the Valley of Baca they make it a place of springs; the early rain also covers it with pools. They go from strength to strength; each one appears before God in Zion.”
The Valley of Baca was an actual place, located in desert country. A valley where there was little water and much hardship found for those passing through. The literal translation is, “Valley of Weeping” or “Valley of Tears”.
And God’s promise, this glorious comfort that rests on me this morning, is that those who depend on Him will travel through the valley of weeping and make the desert a place of springs. We will go from strength to strength, in Him. And we leave pools of water for those coming behind us.
Is that not the most glorious of warm blankets? Comfort of all comforts.
We are held tight in His hands. Always. Even in the desert, even through the weeping, even when we are weak within ourselves.
And through Him we go from strength to strength.