abandoned?

she realised that she had not brought her housekeys, camping outside her front door, she feels the overwhelming pressure of being abandoned...her handphone's battery is flat, there is no one to call for help, and no one she can call for help. she sings atop of her lungs, the promises of God, enjoying the echo of the hallway...flooded by the loneliness she feels, she sobs...and asks God why? was her prayer not one of victory? " please let my daddy come home...i am so tired..." speaking victorious words though feelin lousy...wishing that a supernatural opening of her door will reveal itself...tired, hot, bother, she bawls...

3/4 of bali group attached..is love that elusive? her work? her career? her finances? her voice? her health?

loneliness is oppressive...can the Bad one hear her prayers? she struggles with either confessing what is not yet to be, or to just tell God how she feels...she doesnt care. she tells Him...

she feels strengthened as tears take away helplessness, left and went to do some chores...she called home, with the last remnant of battery on her mobile, and praise God, He did not fail her, she got through to mum, and came home...

she is glad, that the veil in the Temple was torn, and she does not have to face a hard wooden door, or plead on it for God to grant her an audience....

how does one balance, asking all in God's name when you dun see anything happening, or trusting a good God who loves you to give nor not give what you want....

loved. beloved.