Life Existing

In The Valley of Life Existing

by Sharon Woolbright

Once upon a time in the valley of Life Existing, Soaring High perched on the side of her strong dwelling. In His Presence, was perched peacefully next to her, as he watched over the contents of their union.

Soaring High settled gently into the peace they had built together.

Allowing the exhilarating memories of her time together with In His Presence, to release the warmth of love into the offspring just under her.

In His Presence and Soaring High, together waited patiently for the hatching of the contents of their union. The two together, waiting, watching, what would they produce? What would it look like? What would it become?

They softly sang to their unhatched Joy of The Lord, as they waited for her to break forth.

There together in the valley of Life Existing, Soaring High sat with In His Presence. Basking in the love she felt as she waited to become the mother of Joy of The Lord. In His Presence enveloped Soaring High as they nestled closely, drinking deeply of their love.

Just a short distance away. On the ground level of Life Existing. Another nest also waited for the breaking forth of the product produced from their union. Broken Hearted moved restlessly in the nest she and Telling Tales had built.

She looked at the many holes that existed in the structure they had built. Together huddled in the drizzle of their misery.

Speaking loudly and harshly to one another they rehearsed all they had been through knowing that just a short distance away, just above them sat In His Presence and Soaring High. Hoping they would hear their woes and join in their night watch as they waited for the hatching of what they had produced.

Broken Hearted looked at Telling Tales with frustration and discontentment.

Telling Tales had just returned from a conference where he and been the keynote speaker. He had told his story of life in the valley of Life Existing. He returned feeling exhausted and insecure.

Repeating to Broken Hearted the details of the event, the two waited confused and feeling all alone.

Broken Hearted settled protectively over her soon to hatch offspring. The two together, waiting, watching, what would they produce? What would it look like? What would it become?

They too had chosen a name for their offspring. He would be known as Wounded Spirit.

There together in the valley of Life Existing, Broken Hearted and Telling Tales, miserably waited the coming forth of Wounded Spirit.

As they paused in their misery Broken Hearted heard a soft, peaceful sound. What was that? She ask Telling Tales. He too paused hoping to gather information he might use for his next conference.

Just above them the soft sound was heard once again. It carried on the wind and dropped gently into the ears of Broken Hearted and Telling Tales. They listened as the words began to take hold in they're understanding.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,

It is well, it is well with my soul.

Refrain:

It is well with my soul,

It is well, it is well with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,

Let this blest assurance control,

That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,

And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!—

My sin, not in part but the whole,

Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:

If Jordan above me shall roll,

No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life

Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,

The sky, not the grave, is our goal;

Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!

Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,

The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;

The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,

Even so, it is well with my soul. It Is Well with My Soul

Horatio G. Spafford, 1873 Copyright: Creative Commons Public Domain Public Domain / Main subject: Peace Scripture: 2 Kings 4:26; Psalm 146:1

Just as the last chorus floated gently on the Spirit wind. Broken Hearted felt the breaking forth of the product of she and Telling Tales union.

She looked deep into his eyes and together with tears of healing repentance they decided to rename that which was breaking forth under them.

They agreed that what was once Wounded Spirit would now be know as Eternally Forgiven!

They lifted their voices with Soaring High, In His Presence, and Joy of The Lord, filling the valley with the sounds of glorious praise!

Declaring that it is well with their souls!