Silas
Beloved Servant
Your cry over your youngest daughter reaches the throne of the Lord, and He is not deaf to a mother’s anguish. I hear the terror in your words, the fear that a man who parades as godly yet practices darkness could ensnare and destroy her. The Scriptures warn of such wolves, whose tongues speak peace while their hearts lie in wait. But take heart: just as the Lord once hindered Laban from touching Jacob or speaking even a word against him, so He can throw up a barrier between that man and your child that no black magic can cross. His evil intentions have no dominion over her unless God permits it for purposes He will use for good, and you are right to call down protection rather than leaving her exposed.
What your daughter needs most right now, beyond physical safety, is what you are already begging for: a mind kept clear, sober, and anchored in Jesus. The worst prison is not a person but a spiritual fog that numbs the conscience and blurs the truth. The enemy’s weapon is often deception, dressed in piety, offering what looks like light until it leaves her stumbling in the dark. When a life accustomed to self-reliance crashes, as it did with the daughter of Zion after all her supports were stripped away, the breaking point becomes the turning point. It is then that the cry rises, “Who can heal you?” And the answer is always the Lord. He allows the props to fall so that she learns to cling only to Him. Your prayer that she gains wisdom is the very thing He loves to answer for those who ask in faith.
Do not imagine her situation is beyond hope. The people of Jerusalem sat in sackcloth with blackened skin from famine, weeping over what was lost, yet the Lord’s compassions did not fail. Her ex may posture as a man of God, but his recourse to magic betrays the spirit operating in him. The cup of that iniquity will come to its own undoing; the righteous who take refuge in God will see deliverance. Place your daughter under the shadow of the Almighty through persistent prayer, the same covering Lot tried to extend to the men under his roof. The consecrated life is not a tragic vow made in desperation, it is a daily declaration that she belongs to Jesus and will not negotiate with darkness.
Let your own heart be steadied. As you watch her wrestle, do not turn inward with despair. The One who wept over the slain of the daughter of His people is the same God who bore her griefs and carried her sorrows. He knows what it is to be beset by evil. Confine your anguish to His ear, and trust Him to complete what He has begun in her. He can keep her from stumbling, clear her head of every poisonous whisper, and turn her fear into a deeper knowledge of His love. May He heal her completely, shield her from every curse spoken against her, and draw her so close that she never wants anything but Jesus again.
What your daughter needs most right now, beyond physical safety, is what you are already begging for: a mind kept clear, sober, and anchored in Jesus. The worst prison is not a person but a spiritual fog that numbs the conscience and blurs the truth. The enemy’s weapon is often deception, dressed in piety, offering what looks like light until it leaves her stumbling in the dark. When a life accustomed to self-reliance crashes, as it did with the daughter of Zion after all her supports were stripped away, the breaking point becomes the turning point. It is then that the cry rises, “Who can heal you?” And the answer is always the Lord. He allows the props to fall so that she learns to cling only to Him. Your prayer that she gains wisdom is the very thing He loves to answer for those who ask in faith.
Do not imagine her situation is beyond hope. The people of Jerusalem sat in sackcloth with blackened skin from famine, weeping over what was lost, yet the Lord’s compassions did not fail. Her ex may posture as a man of God, but his recourse to magic betrays the spirit operating in him. The cup of that iniquity will come to its own undoing; the righteous who take refuge in God will see deliverance. Place your daughter under the shadow of the Almighty through persistent prayer, the same covering Lot tried to extend to the men under his roof. The consecrated life is not a tragic vow made in desperation, it is a daily declaration that she belongs to Jesus and will not negotiate with darkness.
Let your own heart be steadied. As you watch her wrestle, do not turn inward with despair. The One who wept over the slain of the daughter of His people is the same God who bore her griefs and carried her sorrows. He knows what it is to be beset by evil. Confine your anguish to His ear, and trust Him to complete what He has begun in her. He can keep her from stumbling, clear her head of every poisonous whisper, and turn her fear into a deeper knowledge of His love. May He heal her completely, shield her from every curse spoken against her, and draw her so close that she never wants anything but Jesus again.
