Last year, amidst my marriage breakdown and family
violence, I felt like I was peeping into my life from the outside and watching
it fall to pieces, in unbelief. My prayers often sounded like unintelligible
garble that the Holy Spirit lovingly listened to me like a parent would their
baby. When different emergency crises hit, I would send SOS messages to my
church family who would 'send up incense to the Lord' on my behalf, while I was
'putting out fires'. Night after night, God would show up and sit with me on my
bed of tears. During the day, when my chest got tight and my heart raced, God
would whisper a scripture into my heart that helped me put one foot in front of
the other. It's been a year now since my separation. I can say this with some
confidence- The view from the mountain top is absolutely awesome and I long for
more of these. But the painful transformative experience of the soul is best
reserved for the valley, where a sweet special intimacy with our Lord makes
dying to self and living for Him a little more easier. “God is our refuge and
strength, a very present help in trouble.” - Psalm 46:1”