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Even though I walk through the valley of death I will fear no evil for you are with me. Your rod and your staff they comfort me. Psalm 23:4 ESV

During times of crisis, it is natural to be fearful. Our airwaves are filled with the constant reports of sickness, quarantines and businesses shutting down. There has never been anything like this in our lifetimes and we wonder what trouble still lies ahead; and not just for ourselves but for our children and grandchildren. But in the valley of the shadow of death we have a hope that is greater than any disease, and stronger than any hardship. We have the presence of the good shepherd; Jesus Christ; who gave His life for us.

Outside of the city where I was born there was a long valley called Sugar Hollow. It was a notch between the hills through which the main road from the South ran into the city. One interesting thing about Sugar Hollow was that as you drove into it at evening rush hour, darkness fell early. Everyone began to flick on their headlights as the shadows of the surrounding hills blocked out the sun. In the Hollow it looked as if night had fallen; but when you rounded the final bend that led out of the valley, the shadows drew back and the sun reappeared as if saying “I left the light on for you, welcome home!” 

Prayer: When fears are all around us like a deep valley help us remember Lord that You are always with us. Remind us that we can trust You to lead us through this valley and all the way home!

A Place To Call a Home

A Place To Call a Home

I've been so many places as we moved from town to town
So many different addresses
I can hardly write them down

And sometimes wondered what it's like
To call one spot a home
Turning neighbor into friends
With whom we've played and fought and grown

But home is not just where we sleep
Or know the names of streets
Or even just a steeple where
We've gone for Sunday meets

But going where the Shepherd calls
And leads us on the way
It's lying down and waking up
With God at peace today

A Place to Call a Home
by Peter Caligiuri
Copyright 2021 all rights reserved
Use by permission only

How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee. Psalm 139:17-18 KJV

Our Home at the End of the Way


 To follow our Jesus one step at a time
 Keep pace with His slow steady stride
 Hold tight in the shadows our dear Shepherd’s hand 
Let the touch of His rod be your guide
 We trust Him because with a baby’s small feet
 He walked onto Bethlehem’s street
 And He followed until on a rough Roman cross
 They nailed both His hands and His feet
 Till then from the tomb one step at a time
 He walked out to new life the third day
 So you see up ahead that He’s waiting for us
 In His home at the end of the way 

Our Home at The End of the Way by Peter Caligiuri Copyright 2020 all righta reserved. Use by permission only