**Prayer Warriors Needed!** 
Let's lift up 
Let's lift up 
MelissaRae
Prayer Warrior
This prayer is written by Melissa. Lord Jesus, I'm writing this prayer for my local neighbors, and myself. I'm often without words to say to the man living next door with the incredible language he spews off occasionally while in anger. It is always best I don't intervene, but I remove myself in the yard not knowing if he has seen me. He has adorable children (boys) who have asked him to stop smoking, need his discipline in their lives, and sets a good example for them regardless of his feelings towards others. Like so many others, his boys are enduring a divorced home, and their dad is having a problematic reconciliation with the possible former spouse. I've spoken very little to this man and can tell he will not be open to listening to me about Jesus. Perhaps someday a masculine influence can talk to him. Another local landlord rents to college students, and it may be a mixed house with males and females. Last night, they were obnoxiously screaming, talking, and shouting after 2 am. I'm aware of another neighbor's dissatisfaction with that house and how the college students have behaved in the rental and towards her. Their reckless and inconsiderate behavior affects all in this quiet neighborhood. I had to close my window last night preventing me from having cool fresh air after a long hot day. I'm asking for the landlord to be more responsible and accountable for who he rents to and for the tenants to consider the possible immorality and harm that could take place there. Jesus, I believe in you, but I am having a difficult time where I am. My life was filled with some laughter, a full music teaching studio, families gathering together for recitals, a long bicycle trail for exercise, music teacher meetings, consistent income, and elders to lean on. Since the shutdown of our societies, refusing to be subjected to it at all costs and knowing it for what it was right away, it affected everything in my life. My neighbors where I used to live became more violent, my work suffered, recital locations and playing for the elderly closed their doors to the student's performances, and I was in tears in the prayer closet often because I knew life could not go on like this. I'm grateful for where I am now, and have done what I can to serve others, and to learn about the condition of this small city, and of my dad who wouldn't have told me about his cancer. I moved to the place where I was born a few years ago not knowing my dad was here, but he still doesn't want to be well, and he doesn't want a relationship with me. He still has a lot of suppressed anger that I cannot help him with. I used to love being in this community with my grandma, but have found being back here hasn't been as loving as it once was. My parents exposed me to violence and fear for almost two decades before they divorced, and my mom has continuously disregarded my feelings and relationship with her as a daughter. The last thing she said to me in 2023, unprovoked by me, as her uncontrolled emotions took her over because I was near my dad was "I'm hanging up on you", and she did. Like she has done many times before. I'm not a stranger to deep sorrow, pain, long suffering, or joy. I am having a difficult time rebuilding the kind of life I had and gave to others. I am trying not to fall through the cracks of life, but some men and women in this small county have found it within themselves unprovoked to pick me as a hazing or harassment target, and it affects my work, and home, and makes me feel like I am attempting to be destroyed again and again. I had a beautiful floral garden that took many years to grow. I had a full classical, jazz music studio that took many years to grow. I'm trying not to be discouraged as I know you are good, but the world has become harder for God-fearing, beautiful women like me to be in. 1 The oracle that Habakkuk the prophet saw. Habakkuk's Complaint 2 O Lord, how long shall I cry for help, and you will not hear? Or cry to you “Violence!” And you will not save? 3 Why do you make me see iniquity, and why do you idly look at wrong? Destruction and violence are before me; strife and contention arise. 4 So the law is paralyzed, and justice never goes forth. For the wicked surround the righteous; so justice goes forth perverted.
