Close the Door Opened to Despair Isaiah 22:22

Father, I repent of opening the door to the spirit of hell and death and all their cohorts too numerous to name but You know. I repent of allowing them to bait me and trip me up through fear and loss of hope. Father, I repent of believing the lies that life is not worth living, that the constant badgering is too much, that the tests are becoming too hard to bear, the mockings and rejections too painful to resist, where hope deferred has made my heart sick, the mental battle too extreme. I am afraid of losing it all, and fearful of becoming another statistic on satan's black list that I succumbed to. I am stuck in this miry clay, filled with despair, woes, self-pity, doom and gloom, unable to find You in the dark recesses of my life.

But ... my repentance is genuine and from it I cry out Abba Father. I submit to You, contend with these enemies that have fenced me in, made me a prisoner from the choices I made. Rescue me Holy Spirit, as I reach out to You, heal and deliver me and set me back on solid ground, my Rock Who is Jesus, and give me Your Peace that transcends beyond my own understandings and capabilities. Holy Spirit breathe into me, revive my drooping spirit and bring the Joy of my salvation back to life, You, being the Keeper and Guardian of my heart, my soul, my mind, my body, my emotions. In Jesus, by Holy Spirit, I say Amen.