I can remember being about twenty-five. That time in my life was like being invincible. I could conquer the world. I am convinced that I did not really have faith either. I had the kind of faith that you could see because I had my life before me and I had hope. I did not understand that one could live in a hopeless situation and that faith in a hopeless situation would be difficult. I am writing this from a place of losing so much that is impossible to get back. Even if my life becomes filled with people and things, they will not and cannot replace what I lost. You could not have told me that I would hit the valley of Baca. It is the valley of weeping or the valley of Lamentations. It is the place that you come to that even righteousness does not deter. Christ hit the valley. God hit the valley. I hit the valley. The solace that I take in the valley is that it is a passageway between two highlands. The only way to get to higher ground is to go through the valley. It is a place that you just past through. If you are not careful, you will pick up depression and find yourself living in the valley. If you are not careful, you can make the wrong decision and find yourself stuck in the valley. You can make the wrong decision at the wrong time and find yourself dying in the valley. I then make it a point to find out if the situation I am in is one for which I am simply passing through. I would not want to trouble myself by trying to make “happily ever after” concerning a place that I should have left a long time ago. The understanding that you were not meant to stay is hope in itself. If I just hold on for change, it will come. Even if I stand in one spot and do nothing, change will come. Now, when I go through the valley for I am sure that I will again return someday, I understand that this too, will pass.
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