The Valley Of Bakka (Baca)

Mar 19

I embark on this journey to the promised land

To the promise.

A pilgrimage that You have ordained before the foundations of the world

Seeing it fit for me to go on this journey that I know nothing of.

It’s uncomfortable.

It’s dark.

It’s frightening.

But through no knowledge of my own this is also where I will find You.

Day by day, month by month

I tread along this journey.

I dare in obedience to exercise my faith in Your word

I doubt that I heard you because it’s taking too long to hear the promise

It’s taking too long to perceive the promise

It’s taking too long to enter into the promise

My heart is growing weary

I’m growing numb

And all I hear are promises

And they dont take root because I’m not seeing what You’re saying

I’m not calling You a liar but I’ve cut off people just off of the suspicion of unreliability

And here I am required to believe You:

My faith is waning;

And my heart is heavy.

I collapse on the sterile ground of this wilderness

And I cry painful tears

Tears enough to fill streams and rivers and oceans

I cry enough tears to be a world supply;

Through these tears, shall be a spring.

You use my sorrow to be the thing that replenishes me

My tears of pain turn into springs of life for another,

As I journey through my Valley of Bakka.

I have faith that I will leave stronger than how I entered

I’m letting patience have its perfect work

As I’m being perfected in You

And all along I have been blinded by the tumult of the journey

Wondering when You will see me through

Through every step and changing scene

You were always there, pressing alongside me

And leading me through.

It may be cliche to say that

Even with the possibility of me never seeing the promise

I have an anchor in the conviction that I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living

And You are my greatest reward.

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