Meeting God in the valley

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I remember a kid—we called him Goldilocks—he was going to beat up my brother after school. At the appointed time, we all assembled. Goldilocks and his cronies. My brother and me. There was a lot of talk. It was going to be ten to one—the whole gang against my brother. And, if I wanted to get beat up too, then I was welcome to hang around.

I had a policy when we were growing up. Anybody who touches my brother deals with me. So I hung around.

Goldilocks and I stood chin to chin while the wolves circled, drooling for blood. I really didn’t know what I was going to do, except I knew I couldn’t back down. So I planted my hand on his chest, and sent him flying.

I think I was as surprised as he was. I didn’t know I had it in me. But, suddenly, the wolves had somewhere else they needed to be, and, after that, Goldilocks was always real polite to my brother and me.

We really don’t know God until we come to know Him in the valleys. There He shows up for us, and shows us what He’s really all about.

From the Bible:
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. Psalm 23:4

Remember, you are designed to make a difference!

Dwight

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