When my grandma passed away many years ago I grieved, as anyone would. Her passing hit me in places I didn’t even know were there, and my emotions ran the gamut as I processed what her loss meant to me.
They realized that it was a blessing to dwell with the Lord, with his presence, and they looked for their arrival at God’s holy city with anticipation and joy. They praised him on the journey, though it was marked with pain.
The Valley of Baca was a literal place. The word Baca actually means weeping, it was associated with the balsam trees that the pilgrims would journey past. For us it is a reminder that our journey will be marked with sorrow. Though we don’t always understand why, we will experience weeping along the way. Jesus reminded his followers of that, and his words are no less true today: “In this world you will have many sorrows, but take courage, I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33)