Home

Home.
To four sweet faces.
One incredible husband.
Spring-like days.
My own bed.
Schoolwork.
Housework.
Home.
And we are so glad to be here.

But we aren't the same people as the ones who left here a week ago.
How could we be?
We've seen their faces.
We've learned their names.
And we've heard their stories.

We have listened to the prayers being offered on their behalf
And have seen with our eyes the proof that He hears.
How He knows their plight.
How their cries are always before Him.
How He defends their cause.

And how He desires for us,
the ones who bear His name,
to do the same.

143 million.
Each with a name.
Each with a story.
Each, a life worth defending.

Lord, give us strength for the battle.