One of the notes was from a friend, Barb, with whom I taught a Sunday School class of teen-aged young women. She wrote to express her love for me, and her gratefulness that the Lord brought us together. Then she went on, "I've been thinking of the majesty of salvation - the thought of being "chosen". In the book I've been reading, the author mentions how warfare is usually carried on in the home, where our guards are more easily let down."
Isn't it true? Our guards are down when we're home. We are more comfortable, so we let our true selves show. Sometimes that's just not pretty.
Barb went on to share a picture of Christ standing in front of us when the arrows of danger come at us. He is there to protect us. He is our Commander, and He's in constant communication with us. Earthly soldiers depend on transmitters which can be intercepted by the enemy, but our communication with Jesus is never interrupted.
Barb wrote, "It made me realize afresh how little I call on Him at the point of confrontation."
Isn't it true? When the toast is burnt, and the phone is ringing off the hook, and the teenager is stuck in the driveway, and the water is dripping from the ceiling, it's so very easy for a mom to come unglued. When she opens her mouth to speak, the first words through her lips should be, "Jesus, Help!"
And He will. He knows.
We can have close fellowship with our Commander and King, for He is more than that. He is our Friend, a very present help in time of trouble. He is always prepared to help, and always willing to listen. One day, I will see Him face-to-face, and I will know much more than the glimpse I know now.
But Barb knows. She went to be with the Lord a couple of years ago.