September 3, 2009

"And if I bleat, and bolt? Still with me."

Jenni posted something great today about our metaphorical valleys. Here's an excerpt:

"The valley is arrived at in an instant. An illness. An accident. Bad news dropping–no matter how gently–from the lips of a doctor, falling like a blanket of ash upon your soul. The valley is entered. The volcano has blown. There is no water, no sustenance, no warmth. We cannot see the way out. We can only stumble along, trusting in the grip of the One who never lacks sight.

Check out the rest of the post here.

P.S. Did I ever tell you that Jenni's the reason why I read (and started my own) blogs today? Hmmmm. Guess I should have mentioned that before!

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