Why blog? Honestly, I didn't feel like I had a choice. My husband, Kiley, practically held my hands to the keyboard so I would start this blog. I'll choose to think he believes in me and wants me to have an outlet for my thoughts, and not that he is overwhelmed with my constant ramblings. Either way, here I am.
As an introverted melancholy I constantly have conversations with myself in my mind. I feel deeply within, but express outwardly very lightly. I have found that putting words on paper helps me form my thoughts into more cohesive ideas. Sometimes, it helps me determine exactly what I think and feel about an issue. I see this played out with David's writings in the Psalms. The longer you write the better focus and perspective you can find. One of the ways in which I write is through poetry. My poems are usually very private and personal, but I may, over time, share a few. In fact, I'll start today!
The name of my blog is actually taken from one of the poems I wrote a while back. We all go through difficult times and feel as though we are walking through the valley of the shadow of death. This poem expressed my belief that times of sorrow/mourning/struggle/pain are purposeful beyond our understanding. And, like this earthly life, we are only passing through...
As an introverted melancholy I constantly have conversations with myself in my mind. I feel deeply within, but express outwardly very lightly. I have found that putting words on paper helps me form my thoughts into more cohesive ideas. Sometimes, it helps me determine exactly what I think and feel about an issue. I see this played out with David's writings in the Psalms. The longer you write the better focus and perspective you can find. One of the ways in which I write is through poetry. My poems are usually very private and personal, but I may, over time, share a few. In fact, I'll start today!
The name of my blog is actually taken from one of the poems I wrote a while back. We all go through difficult times and feel as though we are walking through the valley of the shadow of death. This poem expressed my belief that times of sorrow/mourning/struggle/pain are purposeful beyond our understanding. And, like this earthly life, we are only passing through...
Passin’ Through
Passin’ through the valley
I’m not staying long
The road’s not meant for comfort
Nor merriment or song
The path is worn and set
From years of use and tread
It pulls you down to push you up
So onward now I head
Shadows grow and mingle ‘bout
The air is heavy with strain
Nothing grows outside my soul
Death owns this domain
Despair is mocking every step
Yet cowers when I kneel
Fear steps in to take control
The danger now is real
Words of taunting sneer aloud
I’m wet from dripping distain
The goal is not to offer hope
But over me to reign
My aim is not to pitch a tent
Nor set up shop or home
Eyes set straight to look ahead
I will not veer or roam
Darkness thickens with each step
The will to move starts waning
Remember I must to Whom I’m tethered
He knows and sees my straining
Rescue me not from this expanse
‘Tis a journey I must complete
Harm won’t last and pain will cease
Unless I choose to now retreat
Onward and forward, keep movin’ on
Your arms I must pursue
Temporary struggle but lasting gain
Cause I’m only passin’ through
by Rachel D. Butler
Passin’ through the valley
I’m not staying long
The road’s not meant for comfort
Nor merriment or song
The path is worn and set
From years of use and tread
It pulls you down to push you up
So onward now I head
Shadows grow and mingle ‘bout
The air is heavy with strain
Nothing grows outside my soul
Death owns this domain
Despair is mocking every step
Yet cowers when I kneel
Fear steps in to take control
The danger now is real
Words of taunting sneer aloud
I’m wet from dripping distain
The goal is not to offer hope
But over me to reign
My aim is not to pitch a tent
Nor set up shop or home
Eyes set straight to look ahead
I will not veer or roam
Darkness thickens with each step
The will to move starts waning
Remember I must to Whom I’m tethered
He knows and sees my straining
Rescue me not from this expanse
‘Tis a journey I must complete
Harm won’t last and pain will cease
Unless I choose to now retreat
Onward and forward, keep movin’ on
Your arms I must pursue
Temporary struggle but lasting gain
Cause I’m only passin’ through
by Rachel D. Butler
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