I’m driving home, listening to the radio. A song comes on that I’ve never heard. It immediately pierces my heart. The lyrics not only connect deeply with me, but it’s exactly what I need to hear.
Tears start to stream down my face. I need a good cry. I need to feel every note, every chord, every lyric of this song. I immediately download the song when I get home so I can listen on repeat.
On the mountains, I will bow my life
To the one who set me there
In the valley, I will lift my eyes to the one who sees me there
When I’m standing on the mountain aft, didn’t get there on my own
When I’m walking through the valley end, no I am not alone!
You’re God of the hills and valleys!
Hills and Valleys!
God of the hills and valleys
And I am not alone!
It’s in this moment I hear this profound voice inside of me that says “Shift, Rhonda.” I know what it means. It hurts. It’s time to move. It’s time to leave the valley. It’s time to choose to walk out of the valley.
I feel sad, but I feel joy.