“Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee…who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well; the autumn rain also filleth the pools.”-Psalm 84:5,6
I’m helping my brother move this weekend. As his big sis, I’ve been there through all of his valley of “Bacas” which translates “weeping.” He is making his pilgrimage, following his divorce, to the new apartment God has provided him just yesterday. He is sad about leaving the only place his daughter has called “home,” but is trusting God for their provision.
In the days of Moses, when God dwelled in the tabernacle, families would travel together three times a year to Jerusalem to worship the Lord. The tears they shed on the way formed pools that provided refreshment and strength for others on their own pilgrimages.
Remember, you can’t be a comforter unless you’ve received comfort; and you can’t be comforted unless you’ve been made uncomfortable. I pray that we all bravely face our family’s valleys of Bacas in order that we may experience what Paul calls the fellowship of suffering.
Help others and let them know the Lord will see them through, even as He has done this for you.
I can’t help but sing the Hollies song, made popular the year he was born, in my heart as a dedication to my brother…He’s not heavy; but his couch is!
Push play and enjoy “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother:)