Do you live in a box? I wonder sometimes what it is like to be a homeless person living on the street in a cardboard box. It isn't much, but it's all they have. It's all they know. Do you ever feel like right here is all you have? Familiarity can breed paralysis. We don't know how to move on. We don't see beyond our immediate existence because it's all we know. We become self-contained. We live in a box. I am tired of living in a box. I feel like I am in prison. I want to just break free. Move to another state or even country. I want to live not merely exist. There is so much work to be done. People who need love and compassion. People who need Hope. But I know the Lord is watching and working. Somehow He is weaving it all together, but I grow impatient and desperate. I want to serve Him. I want to tell people there is Hope. That He loves them. Lord I pray that you remove me from this evil. There is no one here who wants to listen. It is a den of iniquity filled with liars and thieves. Deception is the game. Trust no one. They want to see you crack. They want to see your pain. That's when they rejoice! They laugh at you and scoff you. But Lord, you know how it feels. I know you will deliver me. You always do.
