When we hear of someone being “in a valley”, we know someone is in a hard place. But if I google valley or mountain valley, beautiful images of lush, dark green, flat land appears with streams and lakes. Going through really hard times isn’t like a valley, it’s a desert. Where my feet are hot and I look around for a spot to hop over to for relief and all around me is hard, hot, dry, cracked ground. I am thirsty. My only hope of water is a hot hop away in a cactus that I have to chop down, open with my hands and then suck out the middle, fleshy part of the cactus which is suppose to contain water! There is no dark green, lush, lawn by a stream to rest for awhile before I get to climb to the top of the mountain and experience the joy and exhilaration from being on top.
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