Many have made the trip there. The road you take looks broad and beautiful. It’s paved with pretty colors, excitement, glitz and glamor. Beauty. Flanked by shoulders of lush green grass. Fun. Comfort. Contentment (the world’s way).
It takes months, maybe years for some, to hit it. Some of us get there in one horrendous crash.
The pothole creeps up on you. The hairpin curve blindsides you and you plunge head first over the rocks and into the valley below. It’s a lonely, depressing, desolate ravine. Nice road in. But no road out.
You heard the fat lady sing. It’s over. You bought the farm. The chickens came home to roost. You have to borrow 75 cents just to be broke. Right before you crashed you saw the light at the end of the tunnel. But it was on a freight train. The shouting starts any minute now.
You’re telling yourself, “This can’t possibly get any worse. This is as low as it gets.”
No, it’s not.
What’s there? What’s always there?
The eternal God is our refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms. Deuteronomy 33:27
Sometimes God allows us to hit rock bottom so we realize that He is the Rock at the bottom.