It has happened to me more than once.
The problem, the pain, the predicament has knocked me to the floor.
In a breathless sweat, I have clutched the ground trying to steady myself,
but the weight of the circumstance crashed down on top of me.
Stones of weariness and worry have macerated my soul.
Without solid footing, without security and seemingly without rescue; my life a senseless heap of rubble, I have wept alone.
The thing is this affliction is not just mine. You have it too.
Whether it comes from a broken heart, a broken vow, or a broken body our existence on this earth promises days of anguish, misery and woe.
The source of evil ensures we all taste the acrid salt of desperation,
but Goodness knows how to build mansions out of stone.
Hosea 2:15 says, “I… will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope.” Now that does not mean much unless the back story is lit. The valley is named after Achan. He was the Israelite man who disobeyed God’s command by keeping loot from Jericho. His sin made Israel loose a battle in Ai. The text describes his punishment. “Then Joshua, together with all Israel, took Achan… and all that he had, to the Valley of Achor…Then all Israel stoned him, and after they had stoned the rest, they burned them. Over Achan they heaped up a large pile of rocks, which remains to this day…Therefore that place has been called the Valley of Achor ever since.” Joshua 7:24-26 The word Achor means trouble. Like the devil, Achan’s choices brought trouble upon everyone connected with him whether innocent or not.
But in referencing this story God says an amazing thing. He says that He will turn the valley of trouble into a door of hope.
He takes the rocks, boulders and even the pea stones and shapes them into an egress.
It is true that my soul bears the scars of stones.
But it has happened to me more than once,
that the Lord has created new and wondrous things out of the troubles that have buried me.
He has graced my sorrow with doors of deliverance,
and avenues to hope.
Fulfilling His promise,
He has designed castles from the shards of my broken heart.
“The Lord builds… He gathers… He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds” Psalm 147: 2, 3