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ABOUT AUTHOR: LAURA FORD was born in Memphis, Tennessee, to a Southern Baptist missionary family. Ford holds a degree in theology with an emphasis in Christian Scriptures from Seattle Pacific University. She currently resides in Sugar Hill, Georgia with her husband and two daughters.

Highway to Zion

How blessed is the man whose strength is in You, in whose heart are the highways to Zion! Passing through the valley of Baca they make it a spring; the early rain also covers it with blessings.  They go from strength to strength, everyone of them appears before God in Zion.  Psalm 84:5-7, NASB

Oh the pilgrimage of God’s saints!  Those whose hearts are inlaid with the very highways to Zion!  What a glorious housing within the soul of the one whose strength is in the Lord.  Notice that those whose hearts on set on pilgrimage to Zion must first pass through the valley of Baca.  This is a valley of weeping, a valley of sorrow and sadness.  Although it is often a dry valley, those saints who pass through make it a spring of tears, softening the hard ground for the next set of weary travelers who are sure to meet its barrenness.  The early rain or the dew of Heaven accompanies the steps of the pilgrim saint, covering the path with blessings.  And yet, does traveling through such valleys leave saintly souls forever tired and weary?  On the contrary, they go from strength to strength.  For there is no valley in which God does not provide an abundance of grace, which is continually supplied in order to reach the pilgrim’s final destination.  And what a destination it is!  For everyone of them appears before God in Zion

Such is the travel of the weary saint,
Through the valley of Baca with tear stained feet.
Such is the travel of the joyous saint,
On the same path they go from strength to strength!

Such is the travel of the weary saint,
What a dry, desert land they are chosen to trod.
Such is the travel of the joyous saint,
For the early rain turns the hard dirt to sod!

Such is the travel of the weary saint,
Their eyes so often the path they can’t see,
Such is the travel of the joyous saint,
For in their heart lies the highway to Thee!

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