Valley of the Heroic

There was a season in my life, where I woke up every single day feeling like nothing was happening.

I was doing all the right things. Reading my Bible. Showing up for my family. Serving in my church. Putting one foot in front of the other. But there was no breakthrough. No clarity. No sense that I was getting any closer to the thing God had promised.

Just the same quiet routine, day after day, with no indication that anything was changing.

I remember a specific morning, sitting at my kitchen table before anyone else was awake, staring at my coffee and feeling this overwhelming weight of sameness. I had been faithful. I had obeyed… I had done everything I knew to do. And the path ahead was just as dark as it had been six months before. A year before. Longer.

I wasn’t in crisis. I wasn’t in sin. I was just in the middle. Where nothing dramatic happens but everything feels hard, and it stays that way for a while..

If you’ve been there, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

The Obsession With Clarity

We are a generation obsessed with clarity.

We ask God for the blueprint. We want the next five steps illuminated before we take the first one. We want the guarantee that if we make a difficult decision, it will lead exactly to the destination we have in mind. We don’t want to have to face the difficulty, and listen, I get it, cause im the same. 

Problem is, God rarely hands out blueprints.

Usually the best you’re going to get is a compass and the command to, “Walk.”

And that’s where most of us get stuck.

When the path goes dark, our default response is panic. We start asking if God is truly with us, are we truly hearing Him, is this the right decision… balancing the pit in our stomach tied to uncertainty with the resolute conviction that He spoke. We assume that a lack of FULL clarity means a lack of God’s presence. We think that if the outcome is uncertain, we must have made a wrong turn somewhere. So sometimes we stop.

We sit down in the middle of the valley and wait for a feeling. We wait for a sign. We treat the quiet, confusing season like a waiting room, thinking to ourselves, “Once God tells me what to do, I’ll start moving again.”

I did this for years. I kept waiting for the dramatic moment of revelation. In fact, I went back and forth more times than I care to admit, switching between obedience and uncertainity, over and over. The burning bush vs. the quiet wilderness. The parting sea vs. the uncertain path forward. The clear voice from heaven that would tell me exactly what was next vs. the voice inside my head telling me I was fooling myself.

And while I was waiting, I was wasting away.. Standing still in the name of patience when really I was just paralyzed by the uncertainty.

Capacity Before Clarity

There’s a reality I had to learn the hard way, and it fundamentally changed how I understand the hard seasons of faith:

Clarity might feel nice because it tells you where to go. But capacity determines if you can actually even survive the trip.

You cannot carry the weight of a heavy calling on a shallow character. Hard stop.

It doesn’t matter how clear the vision is if you don’t have the internal structure to sustain it. Purpose without formation is a house built on sand. It is only a matter of time before it falls apart, not a question of whether it can stand. 

If God gave you the full destination right now, your current internal structure might not be able to hold the weight of that assignment. Think about what happens when you plug a 220-volt appliance into a 110-volt outlet. The system isn’t designed for that load. Without the proper grounding, it collapses.

What God would intend to be a blessing for you would become a curse. It would break you down slowly and sometimes immediately. 

And God is too good to do that to you.

The valley is where that grounding gets installed. It’s the surgery season that transforms everything for you, its the grace of God meeting you in the midst of your inability and installing the pre-requisites necessary for you to carry the call. 

It happens in the dark. It happens in the quiet. It happens in the long, unglamorous stretch where nothing seems to be changing on the outside but everything is being rewired on the inside.

I wanted God to show me the destination. He was more interested in building my capacity to actually survive it. I wanted the spotlight. He was doing surgery in the dark. I wanted arrival. He was committed to formation.

And formation takes time. Time that feels wasted when you’re living through it.

The Endless Rehearsal

I used to be an athlete. And one of the things I learned early is that the game is only a fraction of the actual work.

Most of becoming the best athlete you can be is practice, repetitions, and putting the work in. Running the same drills over and over again. Working on your weak areas. Getting the footwork wrong, resetting, trying again. Working on a single move for an hour until your body remembers the pattern without your brain having to think about it.

The gym doesn’t have an audience. There’s no crowd. Nobody is cheering. Nobody is impressed. It’s just you and the work, grinding through the boring work of conditioning and skill development.

I remember a season where I was trying to improve a weak area in my game.

My left hand was terrible. I couldn’t make a left handed lay up. I was a solid shooter, and could go to the right over an over. But people caught on, and saw my extreme weakness. They started to force me to the left every game, and the truth is that it was extremely effective.

You see it wasn’t just that I was being forced into my weak area, but it was the fact that it was evident and screaming in my face that made it worse. It got into my head, and made every area of my game 10x worse. 

So I decided to do something about it. Something extreme.

For that whole summer I decided I would only play left handed. 

I did left handed drills. Shot with my left hand. Practiced over and over from both sides doing layups with my left. Dribbled with my left. Played full pick up games with my left. Everything.

Every single day, same court, same games, same restrictions. Day after day. My brain was screaming at me to quit. Sometimes nobody was watching. Nobody was going to give me a trophy for showing up to train. The workouts felt pointless in the moment, just endless repetition with no visible progress. During games I looked much worse than I was. No one knew what I was doing. But in a few months, all those invisible moments showed up in my performance. The work was already there. The capacity had been built in the dark. Eventually I was shooting left handed floaters, layups, up and under, honestly a bunch of extra nonsense lol. 

But the greatest difference it made wasn’t just being able to use my left hand, it wasn’t even the fact that it eliminated a weakness, it was the effect it had on me as a whole player. It elevated every part of my game because it impacted the whole thing. It changed it all. 

But enough about basketball…

The valley works EXACTLY the same way.

It feels like an endless practice where you’re running the same drills over and over again, and the results still aren’t showing. You keep practicing faithfulness in the small things. You keep showing up when it’s hard. You keep saying yes to obedience even when you can’t see where it’s leading.

There’s no mountaintop moment. There’s no dramatic breakthrough. Just the slow, repetitive work of becoming someone who can carry what God eventually wants to hand you.

Obedience Without Clarity

In this season, obedience doesn’t look like conquering a mountain or slaying a giant.

It looks like waking up on a random Tuesday and doing the exact thing He said to do, then doing it again.

It looks like keeping your word when you’re exhausted and nobody would blame you for backing out.

It looks like doing your work with integrity when nobody is watching and nobody will notice.

It looks like remaining planted in your community when every part of you wants to run.

It looks like prayer when heaven feels silent. It looks like worship when you feel nothing.

I had to learn what faithfulness looked like when the results weren’t visible. When the breakthrough hadn’t come. When I couldn’t point to anything concrete and say, “See? This is why I’m doing all this.”

Don’t get me wrong, I understand the appeal of the dramatic. We want the burning bush. We want the cinematic moment of revelation. We want the clouds to part and the voice to boom and the path to light up in neon so we know exactly what to do.

The word “trudge” isn’t sexy. Nobody puts it on a motivational poster. But trudging is what you do when the ground is muddy, your legs are tired, and the destination is nowhere in sight, yet you keep walking anyway.

I’ve been trudging spiritually for longer than I want to admit. And I’m starting to think that’s not a failure. I’m starting to think it might be the point. I’m starting to think that is a victory worth celebrating.

The Wilderness Between Promise and Fulfillment

The Wilderness is a word we use at Valley of the Heroic to describe seasons of training and endurance. It’s where you know God has spoken but you can’t see the evidence yet.

Israel spent forty years in the wilderness. Not because they couldn’t walk faster, but because God was doing something in them that couldn’t be rushed.

Their heart needed to be prepared. 

So the wilderness (albeit hard) was worth the change.

He was teaching them dependence. He was revealing their idols. He was building a people who could actually handle the Promised Land without destroying themselves in it.

David spent years in caves after being anointed king. He had the promise. Samuel had poured the oil on his head. But between the anointing and the throne was a wilderness full of running, hiding, waiting, and wondering if God had forgotten.

Joseph spent years in prison after the dreams. He saw the vision of the sheaves bowing down, but then he spent over a decade in slavery and imprisonment with no indication that anything he’d seen would ever come true.

The pattern is consistent: there’s always a wilderness between the calling and the arrival. And what you become in the wilderness determines whether you can actually handle the arrival when it comes.

Most of us are trying to skip this part. We want the anointing without the caves. 

But it doesn’t work that way. The wilderness isn’t a detour. It’s the training ground.

When Faith Becomes Preference

Here’s something I’ve had to confront in myself: if my faith only works when the blueprint is clear and the sun is shining, it was never really faith.

Real faith is forged in the absence of a guarantee. It’s the quiet, stubborn decision to keep moving forward when you cannot see the horizon, trusting that the Architect knows what He’s building even if you can’t see the plans.

This is what separates faith from optimism. Optimism says, “Things will work out because life tends to work out.” Faith says, “I will trust God regardless of how things work out, because He is good even when circumstances aren’t.”

The trudge tests which one you actually have.

When the path is dark and the progress is invisible and the timeline is unclear, you discover what you really believe. You find out whether your trust is in God or in outcomes. You learn whether you’re following a Person or chasing a feeling.

I had to realize that I had been treating God like a vending machine.

Insert obedience, receive blessing. Follow the steps, get the result.

My faith was conditional on the clarity I demanded. And when the clarity didn’t come, my faith faltered.

The Gift of the Obscure Season

I spent a long time resenting the obscure seasons of my life.

I wanted out. I tried every strategy to accelerate through it. I pushed, I networked, I strategized. I thought if I could just engineer the right circumstances, I could skip the wilderness and get to the destination.

But you can’t hack your way through the wilderness. The wilderness isn’t a problem to solve. It’s a process to endure.

The obscurity you’re trying to escape is often the exact place designed to build the strength you’ve been praying for. The hidden season is where God does His most careful work, away from the spotlight, where there’s no audience to perform for and no one to impress.

It’s where He teaches you to find your identity in Him rather than in your accomplishments. It’s where He roots out the things that would destroy you if you carried them into the spotlight. It’s where He builds the character that can sustain the calling.

I look back now and see that the seasons I resented were the seasons that formed me most. The trudge I tried to escape was exactly what I needed. The darkness I hated was the place where God did His deepest work.

Stay in the Tension

If you’re in the wilderness right now, I want to say something to you that I wish someone had said to me years ago:

Don’t rush the process.

Don’t try to hack your way out of the dark. Don’t manufacture a breakthrough that God hasn’t released. Don’t try to force an open door because you’re tired of waiting.

The timeline isn’t yours to control, and the pressure you’re feeling to hurry up might be coming from somewhere other than God.

The world rewards speed.

The kingdom rewards faithfulness.

Stay in the tension. Endure the rehearsal. Let the wilderness do its work.

I know it’s frustrating. I know it feels endless. I know you’re tired of the same routine, the same silence, the same lack of clarity. But clarity alone doesn’t build what you need. Capacity does. And capacity is forged in exactly the kind of season you’re in right now.

The valley forms what clarity alone cannot.

What the Trudge Actually Produces

The patience I have now, I didn’t have before. The ability to trust God without seeing the outcome, I didn’t have before. The steadiness in my faith, the groundedness in my identity, the capacity to lead others through difficult seasons, none of that existed before the trudge.

The very things I now lean on most heavily were built in the seasons I resented most deeply, and I’m still learning.

That doesn’t make the trudge feel better while you’re in it. But it does reframe what’s happening. You’re not wasting time. You’re not spinning your wheels. You’re being built. The construction is happening even when you can’t see it.

So trudge. Keep moving forward. One foot in front of the other, even when you can’t see where it’s leading.

Because the God who called you is also the God who’s building you. And He doesn’t waste a single step of the journey, even the ones that feel like they’re going nowhere.

The performance is coming. But first, there’s rehearsal. And the rehearsal, as tedious as it feels, is exactly where the excellence is built.

Don’t despise the trudge. It’s forming something in you that can’t be formed any other way.

— Eric