Among the beautiful plantations and luscious forests sits a lone, forgotten field. A plot of land called Lonely. Its waste and barrenness contrasts its beautiful counterparts. Pain is etched into the depths of its soil. Brambles of Sorrow and nettles of Suffering thrive, choking out light. Unattended and untouched for years Lonely sits. Its surface ravaged by the wind; rotting in its own abandonment. Passed over, forgotten--the existence of Lonely. I once heard a rumor about Lonely: In its depths, through the brambles of Sorrow, passed the sting of the nettles of Suffering, if you dig through the soil of Pain, deep in the depths of Lonely, lies a treasure called Value.
I sold my soul to buy Lonely. I gave up my life and my possessions for Lonely, Pain, Suffering, and Sorrow. I sold my soul to find Value. To crawl across this wasteland, to search through Pain, I reach the treasure. Unhindered by shallow, unfulfilling beauty to obtain value-to find life. Not the life I sold, but a new one. A life of joy and fulfillment, watered and grown through the bloodshed by Christ. For in the center of certain death, in the middle of Lonely, buried in the depths of Pain is joy. Life is given. So as I crawl and dig devoid of petty, distracting obstacles, I sing. Praises to my treasure ring from my lips. For what is pain when in it exists my treasure? What is loneliness when I find my treasure in its midst? If I owned not Lonely and purchased not Pain I would not find my treasure. Perhaps others have sold their souls for more beautiful fields, but the beauty will eventually fade into emptiness. Beauty alone does not hold the treasure of Value. Value is found and fostered in the harsh conditions of Lonely, and for the gift of Lonely I will evermore be filled with joy.