Because Our Demons Fight to Keep Us In the Valley

Valleys aren't formed overnight.  They're worn down over time by abrasion and circumstance, outside factors ripping away at the land's internal makeup. 

Much like our own valleys, wouldn't you say?  We're broken down by various elements over the course of our lives, eventually finding ourselves at the bottom of the pit carved out of our stability. It bows below where we are meant to be leveled.

 ^^My current location^^

That just about sums it up currently...
bowed below where I'm meant to be leveled.
Familiar peril showering down on me as I attempt to leverage my way back up,
past demons aiming to grab hold and pull me back down as they usually do.

   *Insert 1 step forward, 2 steps back here?*

"Stop living as a poster child for insanity, you idiot."
-Grumpy Cat

....

Good call, Grumpy Cat.

Now see, this would be the perfect time to include a list of positive things that I'm going to do and how great it will be and blah blah blah.

But because I said this blogging endeavor would be an honest one, I'm not about to throw something in simply for feel-good sake. 

It's been a few crappy days.
Really.Crappy.Days.
I'm finding Grumpy Cat to be more relatable by the minute.
And envying him, because he gets to be praised for his resting bitch face.
(Seriously, how unfair is that?!)

I'm exhausted by the perpetual assault of emotional and circumstantial debris,
on top of being in this position in the first place. 

So it's days like these when I'm most thankful for not having to go through this thing called "life" alone...
even in the valley, when it feels more like death.
God is here, even when it feels desolate.
A truth that's not only a comfort, but a driving force...a purpose to keep working towards His purposes for me and for His kingdom.
So I may not be feelin' it today, but press on we shall.

It reminds me of a song I know, "Bury the Workmen." 
The burdens, the stressors...they may bury me in the valley sometimes. But, as He has already proven, you can't bury God.

"You can bury the workmen but the work will go on

And you can silence the voices but you can't stop the song

When the Spirit's moving, His will will be done

You can bury the workmen but the work will go on.

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Psalm 40:1-2

I waited patiently for the Lord;

he inclined to me and heard my cry.

He drew me up from the pit of destruction,

out of the miry bog,

And set my feet upon a rock,

Making my steps secure.