"Here it is . . ."

Dear Abba,
For many years I have fought with myself about the feelings and thoughts that others have about me. Lord, I have always felt so isolated, so repulsive. I listen to the condemnation raised about me. They don't even know me, yet they plague me. They attack me. Their jeers and sneers torment me. If only they could see beyond the exterior . . . the facade that I've created to protect me from . . . them. My God, my protection is my prison. But You, O Lord, are my helper, a very present help. Thank you, Lord for the protection you offer. You can help me remove the mask and face the world. I no longer need to hide from the darts that are thrown at me for I am insulated by your loving arms. And when I am wearied by this warfare, You say, "Let me have it." Here it is, Abba.

Psalm 54:2 - 4 "Hear my prayer, O God; give ear to the words of my mouth. For strangers are risen up against me, and oppressors seek after my soul. . . Behold, God is mine helper."