GVetn
Disciple of Prayer
Any potentially interested intercessors out there (including Jesus Himself), My life continues to progress in so many areas- I am approaching ten years of working as a federal government worker, have sent my last responded to e-mail to now former-President Obama and two key apparently listened-to tweets to President Trump. All of these profound achievements, only by the grace of God, however, the same horrendous elephant-in-the-room creative mental healing needs persists as a year ago, five years ago, 15 years ago up to 28 years ago since a prayer breakthrough happened and a more tolerable level of mental territory/creative healing from too many demons and drugs in the 1980s around Lebanon in 1982, last manifested. This all goes back to the cold reality that, if I hadn't loved Jesus and people enough to be a missionary in demonically-loaded Lebanon in the far away year of 1982, I would still not have to be asking for effective prayer help for something way too big for me to deal with over and over again with no improvements since Reagan was still the President. What is the point, God? What am I still missing that this ordeal is allowed to continue for so long? I continue to help hundreds of hurting people at my hospital job, as I have helped tens of thousands more over the last 38 years as a missionary and healthcare worker. Where is the promised help for a type of creative healing that is not optional for any kind of a life? "God loves you and wants to heal and restore your life," and God loves you the way you are, but he loves you too much to leave you that way (for another 28 years)?" Matthew Five "Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy." I would love to rejoin the Church, my family and society, in general, but really can't until this "elephant in the room" creative mental healing need is finally responded to (as it last was in the 1980s- almost 30 years ago). It would be great to be able to comprehend more than a few verses of the Bible at a time again, to be able to comprehend and remember the simplest sermons, to not be embarrassed by even attending a Church or being in public without being stared and laughed at, again. Again, all of really 34 years of mental torment just because I loved Jesus and people enough to be a missionary/war relief worker helping to evangelize and re-build the lives of 40.000 Lebanese war refugees, yet destroying my own mind and life and not being able to get help for myself for decades at a time. Any suggestions and prayers for this on-going dilemna would be very appreciated. Sincerely, George Vetnar