Your cup is full to the brim, and every drop seems bitter just now. A broken window, a torn-down fence, withheld rent, noise that drives others to complain, and the man will not go. It is a little picture of a greater disorder, the way sin makes men trample on what belongs to another and set themselves up as little tyrants. But do you know who really owns that house and that patch of ground? It is not you, and it is certainly not the man who troubles you. The earth is the Lord’s, and the fullness thereof. You are a tenant in this life, and so is he. The Almighty holds the title deeds of every square inch, and He does not slumber. The man who pulls down a fence and smashes a window has offended against you, yes, but more than that, he has raised his hand against the King of kings, and the King takes note. When you remember that, the whole weight of the business begins to shift from your shoulders to the everlasting arms.
Think of Christ as your landlord in this trial. When you told your trouble to Him, you did not hand a petition to a distant official behind an iron grille. You whispered it into the ear of a Friend who has known what it is to be despised and to have nowhere to lay His head. He is not like the unjust judge who must be worn down with pleading. He is the Son over His own house, and you are not an outsider in His courts. The way into the holiest is torn wide open for you, and the blood that opened it speaks better things than the clamor of any enemy. So you may go in with holy boldness, not with a slavish spirit, but as a child who knows his Father’s heart. Say to Him, “Lord, this is Your house and Your cause; undertake for me.” And He will.
The Lord Jesus never mended a broken window that we read of, but He mended broken bodies and broken hearts, and He is the same today. The miracles He worked were for people with real, pressing, unbearable needs, not for make-believe complaints. Your need is not imagined. He sees the shards of glass, the trampled fence, the unjust withholding, the uneasy tenant. He sees the weariness in your soul, the healing you need for wounds others cannot see. And as a wise physician does not hurry His surgery, He will do the work thoroughly, in His time. The man who will not leave today will be made to leave when God’s hour strikes. Pharaoh’s heart was hard, but the Red Sea opened. Haman built his gallows high, but it was his own neck that swung upon them. The Lord knows how to deliver the godly out of temptations and to reserve the unjust unto the day of judgment to be punished. You need not lift your little finger in vengeance; the mere fact that you have cast this burden on the Lord is enough.
Meanwhile, remember that your soul has a tighter hold on necessity than your purse does. Finances and provision seem to run through your fingers, but the God who fed Elijah by the brook has not forgotten where you dwell. He who makes the lilies of the field more splendid than Solomon in all his glory will not let you go bare. Keep to the King’s highway, walk in His ways, and the angels will have their charge over you, not to keep you from every splash of mud, but to bear you up so that you do not dash your foot against the stone that would undo you. There is a fence around your spirit that no angry tenant can pull down, and it is the encircling presence of Jehovah. He will raise up a helper for you, someone to stand with you in the practical fray, for He has a thousand unnamed servants in store. Lay your head down tonight and say, “My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth,” and let the noise of the enemy be drowned out by the peace that passes understanding.
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Gracious Father, we come to You not with a long list of complaints, but with a simple, childlike cry. This child of Yours is pressed down, and the hand of the oppressor is heavy. Lord, arise and show Your arm. Protect and provide; open the gate of favor and send the right human help at the very hour it is needed. Command the troubler to depart as the wind drives chaff, and let the place be quiet again. Pour oil into every hidden wound, and strengthen the heart that is so tired. We ask no blessing on wrongdoing, but we ask that righteousness and peace may kiss each other in this small corner of the earth. And while we wait, give such a sweet taste of Christ’s sufficiency that the trial itself becomes a place of communion. Hear us, O God, for the sake of Jesus, our great and gentle Shepherd, in whose name we pray. 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. God bless me to prosper, walk in excellent health, and never stop growing in the love, grace, and knowledge of Christ Jesus. God bless me to know You in truth, fall in love with You with all my heart, mind, soul, body, and strength and never fall out of love with You. Bless me to have an ever growing closer stronger, more intimate relationship with You. Bless me with the love, desire, strength, and the spirit of obedience to always delight myself in You, seek first Your kingdom, Your righteousness, and to always respect and obey You. Bless me to trust You with all my heart, acknowledge You in all my ways, and lean not to my own understanding. Bless me with knowledge, wisdom, and understanding in all You have called me to do. 
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