Drinking From The Well Of Sorrow
Drinking From The Well Of Sorrow
Several months ago I bought myself a small Bible with a snap closure
that I could carry in my purse. My study Bible is large and heavy and I
wanted something I could have with me at all times to read whenever I
had the opportunity.
My study Bible has been my friend for many
years and has notes and highlights and such all the way through it. But
this little Bible shows very little signs yet of my presence in the
Word.
Psalm 84 was used as part of our scripture reference
Tuesday, and when I turned there I was struck by the pink verse that
jumped out at me, wondering when and why I had highlighted that
particular verse.
Over the past couple of days, it has been on
my mind. I knew there had to be a reason, because it really didn't make
a lot of sense.
Psalm 84:6 Who passing through the valley of Ba'ca make it a well, the rain also filleth the pools.
There are other verses in that chapter that in glancing seemed more deserving of my attention.
84:10
For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a
doorkeeper in the house of my God than to dwell in the tents of
wickedness.
84:11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD
will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them
that walk uprightly.
84:12 O LORD of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.
And
those are just a FEW from that chapter that had I highlighted, I would
have read over them and praised Him in my heart for His continued
faithfulness.
But, I had not marked any other verse.
Something pricked my memory about Ba'ca. So, I searched for the reason for it's reference.
One of the meanings of
id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ba'ca is weeping.
Oh.
I cannot begin to tell about the sorrow that I have been walking in.
This valley seems long and dry and lonely for me. And I think the lonely part has been the hardest to deal with.
Sometimes,
in a valley, it takes all of the strength you have to put one foot in
front of the other. And you long for the support of those that you love
the most to, well, love you back.
But when it is you walking in
that dry place, it may seem impossible for someone who is not walking
there beside you to understand the path your steps fall in. Perhaps
they would have chosen another route than the one you have, not truly
knowing the obstacles you had to make it through that may have
prevented you from traveling any other way.
It is during these
times, when the refreshment of my loved ones may not be available that
I find myself with my shovel in my hand.
I find myself digging a
well in my weeping, storing up that refreshment of His love and
strength to draw on. I sink to my knees in my very own valley of
weeping and allow Him to quench me, allow Him to remind me of other
times I have wept, and bring me back to a place of praise where He
strengthens me once again.
I am wandering, of late, from well to well, from strength to strength.
And when I step away I KNOW, without a doubt, whatever I go through, He goes through it with me.
I KNOW why I can say "A day in THY courts is better than a thousand."
"O LORD of hosts, blessed is the man that
trusteth in thee."
Thank
You. God I thank You. I cannot fathom how I could survive without You.
You prove to me over and over why I call You my Friend. The song of my
heart today is of You. "Let me walk with You Jesus. Don't ever leave me
alone. For without You I could never, No NEVER make Heaven my home."
You will come again, and when You do, You will find me dipping in the
wells of my praise for You. For though I have been filling the wells
with tears of sorrow, I will drink from them of the depths of my
praise.