Lost

    Silence,

in the House of the Lost.

Destruction reigns here and why not? Nobody took the time to make repairs.

Inside and out there is no peace, no warmth. It is gone, maybe forever.

    When did Satan take over? What did I do wrong? I cannot remember doing anything that would have invited trouble. Yet, I am so familiar with stirring it up with my prayers. We prayed around our property a week ago in order to kick a spirit of poverty out. Since then I have been undergoing all kinds of difficulties. I am not surprised, but the weight grows heavy.

     No this shack is not my house. It is evidence of another families failure to conquer adversity. It represents my heart right now very well in its fallen down state . I question my emotions for accuracy. That is the maddening part about feeling scared, lonely, and hopeless; you wonder if somehow you brought it on yourself. For instance; did my surly mood cause the atmosphere of darkness that is inside my walls, or  am I the victim? I just know that I am trusting God to hold me together right now.

Do I still have a home?

Silence has fallen in the house of the lost. When will my deliverer come?



Psalm 34:17

The righteous cry out and the Lord hears them. He delivers them from all their troubles.

34:18

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

Psalm 54:1

Save me, oh God by your name. vindicate me by your might. 2: Hear my prayer, oh God listen to the words of my mouth.

Psalm 75:2

You say I choose the appointed time, it is I who judge uprightly.


I agree.