There were no tears as she spoke, just affirmation after affirmation of the fact that God really is Who He says He is. And I was so very humbled by God’s display of love for me as she, who unexpectedly lost her 33 year old son in April and her husband of 46 years just over two weeks ago, irregardless of self, sat taking the time to show me how to find my way to seeing Him.
She was making a spring while passing through the valley of Baaca [valley of tears].
And I wondered how I could have spent so much time at Vanity Fair seeking an illusion called happiness.
New American Standard Bible (NASB)
How lovely are Your dwelling places,
O LORD of hosts!
My soul longed and even yearned for the courts of the LORD;
My heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God.
The bird also has found a house,
And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young,
Even Your altars, O LORD of hosts,
My King and my God.
How blessed are those who dwell in Your house!
They are ever praising You.
How blessed is the man whose strength is in You,
In whose heart are the highways to Zion!
Passing through the valley of Baca they make it a spring;
The early rain also covers it with blessings.
They go from strength to strength,
Every one of them appears before God in Zion.
O LORD God of hosts, hear my prayer;
Give ear, O God of Jacob!
Behold our shield, O God,
And look upon the face of Your anointed.
For a day in Your courts is better than a thousand outside.
I would rather stand at the threshold of the house of my God
Than dwell in the tents of wickedness.
For the LORD God is a sun and shield;
The LORD gives grace and glory;
No good thing does He withhold from those who walk uprightly.
O LORD of hosts,
How blessed is the man who trusts in You!
"I write so I can know what I am thinking." —Linda Dillow