Poetry

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Not My Home

It is a good thing this place is not my home
Leaving my family behind while I must roam
The pain I feel from this agonizing seperation
Makes me glad that this is not my final destination

The tear-filled eyes and crackling voices
Makes me second guess all of my choices
We must be willing to follow our life's call
At times it is a little and others it is all

Lord, I only ask that You guard my family
As I again answer this painful call to duty
I know they are safe in Your powerful arms
And that You will keep them from all harms



Brothers and Sisters,

Greetings in the name of the Lord. May His blessings every rain upon you.

As you can all relate, we write our emotions for good or ill. It did not take my aching heart long to feel the seperation that has begun. This was written during my first lay-over after leaving home. In a Starbuck's at the Charlotte Airport on 31 March 2007.

I know that my steps are guided by the Lord and I rejoice that He loves me enough to allow these trials to strengthen my faith.

I am sure that I will be pouring a lot of my heart into this place for the next few months, but know that my spirit will remain high because I have built my home on the solid foundation of My Rock, Jesus Christ.

I have a large workload and challenge on my hand at my current command. It seems I will be filling the shoes of higher rank position until the Lord promotes me to meet the job. I look forward to the challenge, but this may hinder a lot of potential free time. I will keep up as much as possible.

Again thank you all for the love and support that can only come from Christ-filled hearts. Keep up serving the Lord the way you have (not just for me) and you will find the glorious treasure that you have been storing up in heaven.

God bless each one of you.

In Christ,
Christian

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