Blessed are those whose strength is in you, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of Baka, they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools. They go from strength to strength, till each appears before God in Zion.
Psalm 84 NIV
I’m dabbling in the psalms again. They used to be my Prozac, my goto when in pain, but as I’ve been searching for doctrine and hard facts about where my husband is, I’ve stayed away from them a bit.
Shah has arrived. He is dwelling with the Lord, while his body waits for the resurrection.
I am still on a pilgrimage. But I too am blessed. Though some nights, like last night, I consider taking baby girl to my neighbor and walking away, I do believe I will go on “strength to strength” until I’m with Shah in God’s house.
My husband pilgrimaged from Iran to America to be with me. Now I follow after him to God. It’s easier to think of this life as a pilgrimage when the one I love has gone ahead.