Anonymous
Beloved of All
I'm sorry, but it doesn't work for every Christian. Some are sacrificed for whatever reason. The tiny and weak options I had, disappeared today. This must be God's will. Only prayer left is for my obstructive sleep apnea (O.S.A) to finally take me. I appreciate your prayers but there are some things that prayers can't fix or resolve and there are miracles that are never to be. I'm drained. I'm crushed and broken. I have no more prayers, no more hope, and faith is a foreign word. If the gator got me when I was five, I wouldn't be in this situation now. In someone's response to my last prayer request they dismissed my point about my being the family scapegoat as a lie from satan. I have studied enough psychology to know that being a scapegoat is fact I KNOW it because LIVED it and am still LIVING IT despite having broken communications with my hateful ("Christian") siblings. "Scapegoats" are blamed by the toxic, dysfunctional families as the one to dump on and falsely blame all the family problems on. "Black Sheep" are usually the one child that breaks all the rules and usually gets into alot of trouble and challenge all the family rules of conduct and sensible norms. The "Scapegoats" suffer excessive depression, anxiety, PTSD, Bipolarism, shame, embarrassment, humiliation, and all kinds of emotional issues that can never be healed, alleviated, or kept under control, whether a Christian or not. The curse of loneliness and unanswered prayers (not saying none have ever been answered) seem to be a convincing sign of divine dismissal for whatever reason. I've never felt this bad, hopeless, useless, inept, helpless, desperate, empty, lonely, broken, lethargic, sad, despondent, regretful, sorry, prayerless...and doomed. I just can't find a speck of peace, happiness, joy, confidence, rest, or hope anymore. And can't seem to catch my breath. One's worth is defined by how life treats them. I was defenseless and unprotected in a family of wolves and hyenas, and I'm just as defenseless and unprotected now. When God seeks payback He doesn't mess around. Is this the finishing hard discipline before leaving life on earth? I can't fix anything, nor can I go back. I must have been asleep, or brain-dead when I had my chances. I don't know what the end will be, but in my gut it feels very close. It's like, actually much worse than, that feeling when you're battling in the last minute of the game to pull out a victory and then you realize in your gut, heart, soul, and body that time has run out; there aren't any trick plays left. The battle was actually lost as soon as it began. There's no "Charge!" left in me. The end is up to God and Jesus now. My fate and soul are in Their hands...I hope.
I wish the gator got me.
I wish the gator got me.

Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have.