You have been living with fear in your own home, and that is no small thing. An apartment should be a place of safety, a refuge from the world, not the source of danger and dread. When a shock runs through the wall or the tap, it shakes more than the body, it shakes the soul's quiet trust that things are as they ought to be. And now the skin bears its own witness, the treatments cost, the simple act of washing becomes a burden. You have borne much.
Yet let me remind you of something deeper than the trouble itself: you are not without a Landlord who sees. The house you live in has an owner who holds a deed, but the life you live is held in a far surer hand. Every nerve and sinew, every hour of ease or hardship, falls under the watch of One who built you for Himself. He knows the shocks you have felt more intimately than any electrician could trace a faulty wire, and He is not indifferent. The God who counts the stars and calls them each by name has not lost track of your skin, your sleepless nights, your weary dealings with a man who seems to have forgotten that he too is but a tenant of the Almighty.
The prayer you breathe for that landlord’s conscience to be awakened, do not think it a small petition. It is a great and gracious one. You are asking that the Holy Spirit would do in him what no argument of yours could accomplish, what no threat of law can ever truly produce. You are not merely asking for what is owed, but for something better: that the man would come to see, and own, and make right. Our Lord knows how to reach the most callous heart. There is no house so tightly shut that He cannot find the door. He can stir a conscience in the middle of the night more effectively than a court summons in the morning. And often He works in them not when they are lashed, but when they are unexpectedly blessed. How many stubborn wills have been melted not by judgment, but by a strange and undeserved patience! So keep praying that prayer. It is not weakness; it is the very mind of Christ toward one who wrongs you.
In the meantime, your own heart has its own needs. The bitterness of injustice can seep into the walls of the soul just as surely as the damp can into mortar. Do not let it lodge there. I know it is hard. The cost, the pain, the wrong, they press upon you. But bring your broken spirit to God, bruised as it is, and know this: He does not despise it. The sacrifice He accepts is not a tidy, polished offering, but a heart that is weary of the weight. A contrite spirit is not a miserable thing in His sight; it is a precious one. Sometimes the deepest sweetness comes when we are brought very low and have nowhere else to rest but on His bosom. You are not too troubled to come. You are not too worn. Right now, with the skin raw and the nerves jangled, you may lean the whole weight of your burden on Him. He has never yet broken under the load of a trusting soul.
And as for the justice you seek, commend it into His hands with a quiet heart. He is the ultimate Landlord of the universe. He keeps His own accounts, and none who have dealt falsely with His tenants shall escape His notice forever. The sun itself serves His purposes; He can send it to soften wax or to harden clay. We do not know by how many servants He can reach the comfortable and the proud. So do not fret yourself with the time it takes. The answer may come through a stirred conscience, or through a providence you cannot foresee, or through strength given you to bear until the wrong is righted. But it will come. Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart.
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Gracious Father, into Your hands we commit this Your child and every care they have poured out. You see the hidden wiring of houses and the hidden motives of hearts alike. We ask You, not only for the compensation that is just, but for the deeper work that awakens a soul to repentance. Grant it, O Lord, for Your mercy’s sake. And in the meanwhile, be a wall of fire around this dear one, a very present help in this trouble. Heal the body and calm the mind. Let them know, even in the midst of these things, the peace that passes understanding, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
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. 
