these days and nights are torturous to me and I get no relief from my great and might God who I guess is summer vacationing from me.
Why Father when I reach out as I do do you remain silent now. I am flailing in a treacherous ocean in great peril and you peer down but your aid seems elsewhere. This is to great of a battle for me. I can not achieve anything in this battle but defeat when you are not assisting me. You are my armor and shield, the one who watches over me and preserves me from anything that would harm me. I am armorless and naked and will fall with great speed in this battle.
Where are you my comforter and protector. You give me direction and now without you I have none.
