Mark 9:24 is fast becoming something that I quote quite frequently, perhaps in my bid to express the extent of my humanity in matters pertaining to a realm beyond my own.

I've been pandering a pretty dark valley these past few weeks, and this cry (the title of the post) has been on my mind along with other things. I want to believe in something real, I want You to be with me, I want Your rod and staff to be my source of comfort.

And hence it is rather interesting to be recommended two separate songs, along with a chance encounter today with a stranger, to be a reminder that I am not alone.

I'd like to believe that all of these were not by chance.