5 Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.
(NASB says, “in whose heart are the highways to Zion)
6 As they pass through the Valley of Baca (weeping or sorrow),
they make it a place of springs;
the autumn rains also cover it with pools.
7 They go from strength to strength,
till each appears before God in Zion.
Psalm 84:5-7 NIV
In the midst of the joy of Christmas, we are sometimes very happy. Other times we are dealing with hard, painful things in our lives. This passage in Psalms brings us comfort and encouragement. It comes from knowing there is a highway in my heart that Jesus walks in on. He’s not just a sweet baby in the hay. He is also a road builder. He constructs a highway in my heart because He is always looking for ways to be closer to me. He is traveling toward me. He wants to be nearer. He walks the highway with me. He leads me along the road to deeper maturity. He sits and talks with me along the way. Being with Him is the best and deepest joy, fulfilling the profound needs of our hearts!
But sometimes our highway to Zion detours through the Valley of Baca (tears, weeping, and sorrow). How do I find joy on those days, when it’s my first Christmas without a loved one, or I can’t afford the gifts my heart wants to send, or I am aching over lost health, a wayward child, an angry spouse? I want to soak in His presence, but sometimes I just hurt. Where do I find joy then? What a beautiful picture God paints in verse 6. As I pass through (thank God I’m passing, not staying!!), my tears fill the valley of weeping. My tears and crying out to God begins to fill the valley until the water level rises to become a sweet spring that lifts me up. When we are in this valley, it seems there is no way out. But it is the place I depend on Him. I can’t float to the top of the water without surrender! Sweet trust brings deep joy!
My highway builder doesn’t just make a way for me to meet with Him. He doesn’t just lead me in the right way. He doesn’t only lift me up, using the very tears of my suffering as a way out. He even causes us to go from strength to strength until we appear before our Beautiful, Wonderful, Comforting God in Zion. The highway leads Home! Blessed Christmas.
