“Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision…”
The introductory words from Arthur Bennett’s collection of Puritan prayers filled my heart as I drove into the Salt Lake Valley on August 19, 2012, three years and one month ago to the day. The sun dipped behind the mountains, bringing to life his vivid illustration of the Christian walk:
“I live in the depths but see Thee in the heights; hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold Thy glory.”
And that was my prayer for this new season—this new adventure—a fresh glimpse of God’s glory.
“Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells, and the deeper the wells the brighter Thy stars shine; let me find Thy light in my darkness, Thy life in my death, Thy joy in my sorrow, Thy grace in my sin, Thy riches in my poverty, Thy glory in my valley.”
I didn’t know then how dark some of those wells could be, or how often life’s greatest joys and deepest sorrows walk hand in hand. I didn’t know how tightly fear grasps the human heart, or how quickly a soul sinks in despair. I didn’t know how often I would fail.
I have loved imperfectly or not at all. I have envied and lied. I have wounded with my tongue and murdered with my heart. I have chosen empty things over all that is true.
And I have refused to accept grace, scorning the very love that brought me to this valley of brokenness.
I have forgotten my prayer. But today, sealed with tears, I renew it:
“Let me find Thy glory in my valley.”
Because this is my valley of vision, and I know I will see His glory.