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Be My Escape


I woke up with this song in my head. From time to time, I just wake up with songs playing through my head.  Most of the time it makes at least some sense why that song might be there.  Sometimes it makes so much sense that all I can do is sit on the edge of my bed in awe.  This morning, this song made a lot of sense.
I went to bed burdened last night and I still am.  I don't know what to do and I don't even know if this burden is something I can do anything about except pray (I don't think of prayer as a last resort, but it is honestly about the only thing I can do).  This burden is for someone else.  I've carried it before and I carry it again.  I have given it to Jesus but it's still on my heart and on my mind. 
Not only am I burdened for the choices of this other friend (who I love a lot) but I'm just coming out of my own kind of funk. 
A rut.
A complacency that even the thought of makes me cringe because I don't want to go back. 
And as I woke up with this song in my head, I went through the lyrics in my mind and realized that it totally applies.
I can't even get myself out of my ruts, let alone get anyone else out of theirs.  Jesus is the only one who can do that.  And the only way He will do that is when I give up trying to get out on my own and ask for His help.

This video doesn't have the very end of the song, but on the CD, the song ends like this:
"I fought you for so long, I should have let you in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
but so were you."
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