Dear Mandie

Dear Mandie,

I know both you and I have been going through the “valley of the shadow of death” lately and I know that you have many things that are weighing on your heart.

I have been praying for you, for your family, for your husband and his family.  If there were anything else I could do, you know that I would be right there ready to go.

I know God has given me your friendship as a very special gift and that this friendship has helped me to make it through hard times, times when I felt alone, tired, lacking in faith. My prayer is that I could be able to help you like God, through you, has helped me.

This song says it all.  This is for you.

Francesca Battistelli, Angel by Your Side

Coming Home

Caedmon's Call

Caedmon’s Call

Some days are just so bad that you wonder what the point of all of this is.  I know–it happens to me, too.  Satan is so invasive.  He can use anything to try to bring us to a point of despair.  Although, sometimes, we are our own greatest enemies.

When all seems despair remember what Jesus said:  “Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. 2 My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.” John 14:1 – 3 NIV

It is hard to be Christ-like when we are only humans.  Keep at it, friends, don’t give in to the lie of despair!

But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. 8 We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; 9 persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. 2 Corinthians 4:7 – 9

Christ has already won the war!  There is a great reward ahead of us!  We just need to persevere!

Coming Home
by Caedmon’s Call

You say you want a living sacrifice?
Well, I am a burnt offering
Crawling off the altar and
Back in to the fire.

And with my smoke-filled lungs,
I cry out for freedom…
While locking and chaining myself
To my rotting desires.

And I hate the stench,
But I swallowed the key,
And with it stuck in my throat,
Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

I’m comin’ home, I’m comin’ home.
I’m comin’ home, I’m comin’ home.
But I’m still a long way off.

I am shelled-shocked, and I have walked
Through the trenches full of tears,
With the mortars of memory
Exploding in my burning ears.

You stripped the trees of Lebanon,
And now you’re stripping me
Of the bark of false morality,
And the bite of selfish greed.

Can you hear me?

I’m comin’ home, I’m comin’ home.
I’m comin’ home, I’m comin’ home.
But I’m still a long way off.

Will you run to me?
Will you come to me?
Will you meet me?
Will you greet me?
Will you drag me home?
‘Cause I’m still a long way off.

I’m comin’ home, I’m comin’ home.
I’m comin’ home, I’m comin’ home.
But I’m still a long way off.

Here is a video of the song.  Alas, I couldn’t find one with Caedmon’s Call singing it, but you can get it on iTunes.