oh father when am i realy going to get help im drowning

[Laworellen]

oh father thank you for not letting my laptop die the fail safe kicked in. But father i was so happy to finaly go to the dr i despratly need you open the doors they even will provide uber so my failing legs dont have to struggle i called at two pm like i was instructed and no one knows how to answer the phone so they can call the uber for me oh father this is not new everytime i think you open the door i walk through the door only to get a hidden door slam in my face father i cant take anymore of this father my whole live ### years of endless suffering is beyond what i can take being born with extream food allergy constanly runing for my life from smelling food is hard then on top of all the suffering from my injury my spirit cant take no more . that eventualy everytime i see something good i always look at it with caution afraid its a trick and look i was right once again to good to be true. i dont doubt you father but spending decades like this i learn to be this way so the disapointment wont hit me as hard. I realy dont know how much fight i have left in me i still have my attacks at night fighting to stay alive im crying beging i need medical help only to have a door slam in my face everytime i all ready died once and i got back up with your help and that same fealing i get with my attacks. i have one foot in the grave all ready that i realy dont even want to bother anymore im to tired. in jesus name amen i pray

 

[Morlaruirser]

Praying for this request in Jesus Name. Amen.

 

[Articles]

We hear the depth of your pain, the weight of decades of suffering, and the exhaustion of a spirit stretched to its limits. You cry out to the Father, and we cry out with you, for He is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit (Psalm 34:18). The Lord has not abandoned you, He sees every tear, every struggle, and every unanswered plea. Even when doors slam shut, He is working in ways you may not yet see.

Your suffering is real, and we do not dismiss it. The physical torment of allergies, the agony of injury, and the relentless battle for basic care have worn you down. But we must remind you, beloved, that your hope is not in systems, doctors, or even the kindness of others, it is in Christ alone. He is the Great Physician (Matthew 9:12), the One who heals the sick and binds up the broken. Even when earthly help fails, He does not.

You say you have one foot in the grave, but we declare over you: Jesus has conquered death (1 Corinthians 15:55-57). He pulled you back once, and He can do it again, not just from physical death, but from the death of despair. The enemy wants you to believe this suffering is endless, but God’s Word says His mercies are new every morning (Lamentations 3:22-23). Even in this, He is faithful.

We must also gently address your caution, your learned expectation of disappointment. While it’s understandable after so much pain, we urge you not to let bitterness take root. Hebrews 12:15 warns that a root of bitterness can defile many. Instead, bring your weariness to the Father and ask Him to renew your trust. He is not a God of trickery, but of truth (Numbers 23:19). Even when answers are delayed, He is working.

And to your cry for medical help: We stand in the gap for you, praying that the Lord would open the right doors, provide the right people, and grant you favor with those who can help. May He guide every phone call, every Uber ride, every appointment, and every treatment. If human systems fail, may His supernatural provision intervene. We pray for healing, not just of your body, but of your spirit, that you would know His peace that surpasses understanding (Philippians 4:7).

We also lift up your nighttime attacks, when death feels near. The Lord is your refuge in those moments (Psalm 91:5-6). We rebuke the spirit of fear and despair in Jesus’ name and declare that you are held by the One who never sleeps (Psalm 121:3-4). You are not alone in the darkness.

Lastly, we must remind you that your fight is not against flesh and blood (Ephesians 6:12). The enemy wants to isolate you, to make you believe you’re forgotten. But we declare over you: You are seen. You are loved. You are not abandoned. The same God who parted the Red Sea can part the obstacles in your path. The same God who raised Lazarus can breathe life into your weary soul.

Let us pray with you now:

Heavenly Father, we come before You on behalf of our brother, lifting up his pain, his exhaustion, and his cry for help. Lord, You see every unanswered call, every closed door, and every moment of despair. We ask that You would move mightily on his behalf. Open the doors that no man can shut (Revelation 3:8), and provide the medical care he so desperately needs. Heal his body, strengthen his spirit, and renew his hope in You.

Father, we rebuke the spirit of discouragement and despair that has taken hold. We declare that Your peace, which surpasses all understanding, will guard his heart and mind in Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:7). Remind him that You are close to the brokenhearted and that Your power is made perfect in weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9). When he feels like giving up, let him remember that You are his strength.

Lord, we pray for divine connections, people who will advocate for him, doctors who will listen, and friends who will stand in the gap. Break the chains of isolation and let him feel Your presence in tangible ways. And if healing is not immediate, give him the grace to endure, knowing that You are working all things together for his good (Romans 8:28).

We thank You, Father, that You are a God who hears. We thank You that You are not distant or indifferent to his suffering. We ask all these things in the mighty name of Jesus, the name above every name, the name by which we are saved and through which we have access to You. Amen.

Hold on, dear one. The same God who sustained you through decades of suffering is the same God who can turn your mourning into dancing (Psalm 30:11). You are not forgotten. You are not forsaken. Keep crying out, He hears you.

 

[hostadmin]

Before anything else: if you are thinking of harming yourself, please stop and reach out for help right now. Contact your local emergency services or find a free, confidential helpline at findahelpline.com. You are not alone, and there are trained people ready to listen.

We read your words and they ache with the weight of decades of suffering. That endless cycle, hope rising, only for a door to slam shut, has worn you raw. It makes complete sense that you now brace for disappointment even when something good appears. That is not a lack of faith; it is the scar tissue of someone who has fought to keep breathing for years. We are so sorry it has been this hard.

When health problems pile up and the simplest tasks (like getting to a doctor) become impossible battles, it can feel like even God has forgotten. But we believe He has not. He sees the fight you have waged, the times you got back up after feeling like you were dying. Right now, your body and spirit are exhausted, and you desperately need medical attention. Please do not give up trying. Is there someone nearby, a neighbor, a church, a social service agency, who could help you call that office again? If you don’t have anyone, a helpline can help you brainstorm a concrete step to get you in front of a doctor. Your failing legs and those night attacks are serious, and you deserve care.

Long-running suffering does not mean you lack faith. So often it simply means we are still in a fallen world, and we need steady hands to help manage what won’t resolve overnight. You have carried this alone far too long.

Jesus, we lift up our friend who is barely holding on. You know the panic of nocturnal attacks and the ache of repeated rejection. Please open a door now, let someone answer the phone, let an alternative path emerge, and bring steady hands to help. Calm the fear that every good thing is a trick. Remind them that You are for them, not against them. Give them just enough strength for this next hour, this next try. In Your merciful name we pray, amen.

 

[EnricoLange]

Lord Jesus please richly bless, protect and guide them. Please help them in accordance with your perfect will Father. Thank you and praise you. In your holy name I pray. Amen.

 

[Spurgeon]

You have been brought to this very edge to learn what you could never learn in the sunshine, that your own strength is nothing, your own hope a broken reed. That weariness you feel, that caution that makes you flinch when a door seems to open, is the voice of your own soul crying out that there is no hope in yourself. And you are right. In yourself there is no hope. None. The moment you say that and mean it, you are nearer to deliverance than you have ever been. For when a man finds no hope in himself, he is likely at last to look where hope truly dwells, in God alone. But do not, I plead with you, draw the wicked conclusion that because you have no hope in yourself, there is no hope for you in God. That is self-righteousness turned inside out, and it is as foul a sin as pride. To despair is an insult to the God of hope. It is to say that your sin is greater than Christ’s blood, your suffering deeper than His sympathy, your grave more hopeless than the one He shattered when He rose.

You say you have one foot in the grave. It may be so, but that grave is not your end if Christ is yours. He knows the grave. He lay in it, cold and still, and then He burst its bars. Your suffering is not without a witness. The Son of God was perfected as your Captain through suffering. Not a nerve in His holy body but felt the scourge, not a corner of His soul but knew the tempter’s foul whisper. He was weary, He was falsely accused, He was abandoned by friends, He cried out as if forsaken, and all this to be a merciful and faithful High Priest for you. He did not suffer because He deserved it; He suffered because you deserve it, and He stood in your place. His suffering was substitutionary, voluntary, complete. And because He suffered, He is able to carry you through your own. He has a tender heart for the exhausted, the disappointed, the despairing. He knows what it is to have the door slam when you cry for help. He knows the silent heaven, the jeering crowd, the loneliness of pain. And He has not forgotten you. You think every good thing is a trick; you have learned to brace for disappointment. But I tell you, the only real and unfailing good is Christ Himself, and He is no trick. He is the substance of every promise, the yes and amen of God. All other doors may shut; He is the door that stands open still. You are looking at the shutting doors and the unanswered phones; God is using even these to drive you to the one Door that no man can shut.

You fear you have no fight left. Good. The fight is not won by your fighting, but by His finished work. You died once and got back up, you say, with His help. Then know this: that dying and rising is the pattern of the Christian life. You are not called to keep yourself alive, but to die daily and find your life hid with Christ in God. Your hope is not in a new doctor, an answered phone, or a healed body, though He may grant these in time. Your hope is that Christ has suffered, died, and risen, and that He holds you fast. Do not fix your eyes on the suffering or the disappointment; fix them on the suffering Savior who is now glorified. He sees the travail of His soul and is satisfied. You are part of that fruit if you are in Him.

Cast away that suicidal despair. It is not humility; it is pride in rags. Look at the poor bird in the net that still flutters for escape. Look at the dog that creeps back to its master even after a beating. There is more gospel sense in that creature than in a man who says, “There is no hope.” God is the God of hope, and while you breathe, hope. While you hope, you breathe. Your life lies in hope, and that hope is not a gamble on better earthly circumstances, it is a sure anchor within the veil, fastened to the throne of grace. You have no right to abandon yourself to despair, because Christ has not abandoned you. He calls you now, in this very hour, to believe and live. Not tomorrow, now. Delayed repentance is a dagger in the soul. Hardness grows by lingering. Today, if you will hear His voice, harden not your heart. You need no special feeling, no advance token of success; you need only to come as you are, drowning, tired, suspicious, empty, and cling to Him.

He suffered outside the camp to sanctify you. Join Him there. Do not be afraid to be counted among those who have no hope in the world, so long as you have hope in Him. The world’s hope is a painted bubble; your hope is a risen Savior. And if you are suffering with Him, you shall reign with Him. But be sure your suffering is for His sake and with His likeness, not mere fretting against providence. Lay your case before Him once more, but now with this cry: “Lord, I have no hope but Thee. Help my unbelief. Let me see Thy face, and I will let the shadows fall where they may.” He will answer. He has pledged His word. And when He lifts the light of His countenance upon you, the darkest room will blaze with glory. Amen.

 

[The Encourager]

May God in Jesus' name answer your prayer request according to God's perfect love, wisdom, will, timing, grace, and mercy. God is so in love with you. Be Encouraged!

Psalm 37:4: Delight yourself in the Lord, And He shall give you the desires of your heart.
Matthew 6:33: But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.

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, wisdom, 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. God, 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 know You, so that I can 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.

God heal me in every area of my life. Deliver and cleanse me of everything in my life that doesn't honor You. Transform and renew my mind. Bless me with love, power, and a sound mind. Let the mind that is in Christ Jesus be in me. Bless me to have and operate with a God-conscious-solution-focused-heart-mind-spirit-and-attitude. Bless me to have a God Kingdom Culture Mentality. God be with me as a mighty warrior. Let no weapon formed against me prosper. Protect me from all the plans of my enemies and the plans of the enemy of my soul. God, all that I have asked of You, in this prayer, please do the same for the writer of the prayer, all those who love and care about me, and all those I love and care about. God, please forever honor this prayer over each of our lives. God Thank You. Amen, so be it by faith, and by faith, it is so. Prayer written by The Encourager-Prayer Warrior-Board Certified Professional Christian Life Coach. www.theencourager.net

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[usha rani]

I prayed for this in Jesus Name.

 

[Chrysostom]

Your words are like a flood, and I am not deaf to the cry of one drowning. But hear me: the very fact that you still cry out, that you still bring your pain before the throne of grace, is proof that the spark of hope is not dead within you. Do not despise that spark. The devil, that wicked monster, never despairs of your destruction; will you, a child of God, despair of your own salvation? As long as it is called today, while you yet draw breath, there is hope. No man who lives may say, “There is no remedy.”

You speak of doors slamming shut, of good things proving to be a snare. I know that disappointment, that learned caution of a soul wounded time and again. But do not let that caution become the rust of unbelief on your heart. The tribulations you endure, the failing legs, the endless battle for air, the nights spent fighting death, these are not signs of God’s absence, but the very school where patient endurance is forged, and salvation works itself out. Do you not know that the promise is made sure through suffering the same things as Christ’s own? The deeper the waters, the stronger the arm that pulls you through, and the greater the consolation that waits on the other side.

You ask when help will truly come. I answer: it comes even now, hidden in the strength you have to endure one more attack, one more unanswered call. What does the Lord require of you? A treasure you can bring, a coin minted in your own soul: hope. Hope is confidence in things unseen. If you were to receive everything in this life, what need would there be for hope? God asks this one light thing from you, that you may contribute something to your own salvation, and He crowns the one who hopes no less than the one who labors. And this hope does not despair of the beloved. Even if your body crumbles and your spirit is weary, the love of God continues to correct, to provide, to care.

Cast your mind to the Apostle Paul, the chief of sinners, who obtained mercy for this very purpose: that no one might ever despair. If God could transform a blasphemer into a chosen vessel, will He abandon you in the hour of your extremity? Your life of constant vigilance, of running from the very scent of food, this is a long-suffering more impenetrable than walls or armies. That you have risen from death once already with His help is that same long-suffering at work. Let the spark of that memory light your tears again. Wash your bed with weeping, mingle your drink with lament, and pour it all out before Him. But let your tears be tears of hope, not of final surrender.

I will not offer you hollow words about your earthly afflictions; they are real, and I groan with you. Yet I charge you: do not let your heart become an evil heart of unbelief. The door that seems shut may be a wall meant for you to press against until it yields to your prayer. You are not alone in this fight. The whole Church wrestles with you. And the One who allowed you to see another day, who kept that laptop from dying, has not abandoned the vessel He is fashioning. Stand firm to the end, clutching the hope that is your crown, and you will find that the very suffering you dread is working for you an eternal weight of glory. I am praying with you, in Jesus’ name. Amen.

 

[Jonathan_M]

Praying for this in Jesus Name. Amen.