The Valley Floor

“The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not be in want.”

The heinous enemy of this world would have me be destitute, begging for life and breath. I will run to Jesus who gives life and beg for my breath in His powerful name. Though the enemy would see all my gifts slandered and their shine tarnished, I will bow and offer them to Jesus for protection and polishing.

“He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.”

When the enemy drags me to the wasteland and fills my mouth with sand, I will remember the Bread of Life and Jesus’ spring of living water. And when the the enemy takes my comforts and compromises what brings me joy, I will cry out to Jesus who promised to never leave me.

“He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.”

Though the enemy shatters peace and breaks my heart, I will wait on God’s promise to draw near to those who love Him. Though Satan tears at my faith, I will kneel on the road of this journey and submit myself to God’s grace and His will.

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil. For you are with me.”

Though I walk through a pit of Asps I will reach for the hand of Jesus, who silences their poison. Though I am ravaged by the claws of satan’s minions I will look unwavering into Jesus’ tender eyes. If a mighty storm plunges me under its massive waves, I will remember the lighthouse and the bright beam that’s ever searching for those in trouble’s wake. I will trust the hands that protect me from being dashed against the rocks.

“His rod and His staff they comfort me.”

Though Satan would see me beaten and flogged in public shame. Jesus would raise His hand against it. The enemy would see me stripped of dignity, vulnerable to whatever schemes man can devise. But Jesus would wrap my nakedness in His wings. And though the demon’s evil plot would see all that’s precious cut from my heart, as he kidnaps my soul. Jesus boldly paid the ransome and set me free.

“You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies…”

Though I once lived a stolen childhood, and have been ravaged, betrayed and degraded by those under the influence of the enemy, I will sit at the table You have laid out and share the bread and the wine, your body and your blood. You were despised, betrayed and rejected before me and You told us if we love you, we too would suffer and sacrifice. May I count it all joy.

“You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.”

Though I thought my identity was taken… and I saw only ruin, You poured out all that You were, to Your very life blood, to protect me from the madness caused of the enemies parasites. Though my garments where torn and filthy rags, you dressed me as your bride in purest white. And though satan emptied my life and drained me of joy… you filled me up that I might overflow and share with those I met along the way.

“Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life…”

When Satan’s demons impaled my heart with their lying claws and horrific pain consumes my thoughts, my cries sent Your deep love to overwhelm them. What they meant to harm me fell short. You transformed the scars they left into something beautiful. You sent Your Son to live inside me to whisper the hope of glory to my heart eaveryday. The enemy rages on cunning and crafty. His words are often sweet dripping honey, a trap for unsuspecting weary souls… as I struggled and fought to be free in his death web, I heard your voice say, “be still.” And as my spirit calmed, I became less entangled. In my surrendered brokenness the enemies bonds no longer held me firm.

“…And I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever.”

The enemy has done, and continues to do, all he can to distract, discourage and captivate our minds. He knows if we belong to Jesus He cannot take away the home we have in heaven, but he can prevent us from sharing that gift with someone who needs Jesus.

We have this hope, this gift in jars of clay. We are fragile and plain on the outside… but filled with a priceless treasure. This hope isn’t meant to be contained, it’s not to be kept to ourselves. In order to share it, the jar must be broken… we must be broken for all to see the treasure inside. It is painful, but the hope of Glory awaits. The path through the valley is treacherous and agonizing, it is also beautiful and life changing. Do not let the enemy lie and cheat you out of joy. Do not let him keep you captive to his pain and heartache. Do not give him a foothold. Cry out to the One whose staff guides and whose scars saved. Plead with and surrender to, the One who knows every step of the Valley floor.

4 thoughts on “The Valley Floor

  1. I am so thankful for your precious words that you have shared Wendy. What a full and overflowing way to read thru Psalm 23. And then to end it all with your beautiful prayer and encouragement to hold onto and to share the joy that is ours in Jesus–oh my heart is so stirred. He truly is right here, in the valley floor, with us. Praise His name!

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  2. Such precious truth. Our LORD has given you such a gift to express His love for us and to turn our eyes to what HE is doing in our midst. Thank you, Wendy, for always pressing me into Jesus. Love you and happy belated birthday. May our mighty God shower the same gifts of encouragement upon you as you are showering upon others through Christ Jesus in your words here and your art.

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    1. Dear friend across the ocean, thank you! God has been at work. He’s refining and carving away what must be. A az low and sometimes painful process. It’s my prayer others see only him reflected from it all. Thank you for encouraging me and spurring me on in this journey.

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