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Over the years, we've always compared our family life to a wagon train heading west. Just as everyone had to do his part to get to Oregon years ago, so everyone in our family must do his/her part to make our journey through life successful. If somebody climbs in the wagon and lets the others do the work, we just don't make any progress. We all have to pull our weight and work together. Along the trail we find lots of pebbles that make for a smooth ride and some bigger rocks that jar us a little; we hit the occasional pothole that can slow us down. But if we purpose to search diligently, there are countless gold nuggets and precious gemstones along the way as well. This journal is an attempt to preserve some of those precious moments for our children, and our children's children, as together we travel this trail called life.

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Psalm 16:11


Monday, August 13, 2012

8-13-12 It’s In The Valleys I Grow

As I was thinking on The Sun’s Still Shining In The Valley, this poem came to mind. Truly we all go through valleys at different times in our lives, whether it be the death of a loved one, stress/pressure from employment or lack thereof, family issues, illnesses, and conflicts, or just plain too much on our plate. Satan delights to keep us in these valleys of trial, but we can spite him by continually looking to our Lord Jesus for His help and strength; He is there and will turn our valleys into showers of blessings pouring down.

Sometimes life seems hard to bear,

Full of sorrow, trouble and woe.

It’s then I have to remember

That it’s in the valleys I grow.

If I always stayed on the mountain top

And never experienced pain,

I would never appreciate God’s love

And would be living in vain.

I have so much to learn

And my growth is very slow.

Sometimes I need the mountain tops,

But it’s in the valleys I grow.

I do not always understand

Why things happen as they do,

But I am very sure of one thing,

My Lord will see me through.

My little valleys are nothing

When I picture Christ on the cross.

He went through the valley of death;

His victory was Satan’s loss.

Forgive me, Lord, for complaining

When I’m feeling so very low.

Just give me a gentle reminder

That it’s in the valleys I grow.

Continue to strengthen me, Lord,

And use my life each day

To share Your love with others

And help them find their way.

Thank You for the valleys, Lord,

For this one thing I know:

The mountaintops are glorious,

But it’s in the valleys I grow.

                                    ~Anonymous

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