My spirit howls to you Lord.  The pain here is unbearable without the balm of relationship with You.  I am raw as if left in the desert sun too long.  Thirsty for a deep draft of living water.  I cannot do this Father.  They are so mean to each other and only see their own ambitions.  The miracle is that children can withstand the onslaught of sensual overload.  You will reach them through wrath, what a pity that nearly all could be avoided.  You offer us acquittal for belief, abundance for obedience and supernatural relationship in eternity for surrender.  Astounding that there is even one who would reject this gift, yet it is clear there will be billions.  Incomprehensible.  I think this place is horrific and yet I deserve the place after this one which is infinitely, indescribably worse. Your plan is truly beyond my perception.  How long will You tolerate this folly?  When will You pronounce Your eternal Kingship?  I hope that it is soon.  I will wait on Your timing, please wait with me.  Thank You, Father in Jesus’ name.