the Valley I

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil: for thou art with me…

The valley.

Whether it be long and narrow or wide and deep, the valley is not for the faint of heart. While it is good there, the silence can be deep and long. While it is beautiful, at night the shadows deepen and the light recedes back up the mountain leaving the darkness in its wake. However for those who wish to peer into the deep things, it is a path unavoidable. It is the only way to become like Him. True revelation comes at a price. That price is a journey, not only across the mountaintops but also down into the deep valleys that separate the peaks that reach up towards the heavens.

Every traveler is one who has left home. One who has forsaken what was his own, what was comfortable in search of something more. He has embraced foreignness and will not arrive till he has found his true home. The man who embarks on this journey is not the same as the man who completes this journey. He does not carry a map; he does not know where his steps will take him. All he can see is a city off in the distance, a distant glow that surpasses all others. He knows his destination awaits him, and while he is not completely sure how he will get there, he knows that the same power that pushes him out is the same power that will lead him home.