Dear brethren of CSN,
I'm so sorry that only now I've returned and am once again making a prayer request. I really want to join you more often as in the early days, but things here have been quite a full plate for me, so socializing has had to take a back seat. And now, here I am again pleading for your Spirit-filled prayers of interecssion on our behalf.
We are in an unbearable situation. We live in the middle of a madhouse. We have constant construction going on all day in front of our house that includes grinding metal and pounding sheet metal. I am trying to work online teaching, but that makes it incredibly difficult to do. My children are being homeschooled and it makes it so hard for them too.
At the end of the day, when we are all tired, our next-door neighbors BEGIN their loud music and or parties. Last night, it was two hours of Zumba and the accompanying yelling and extremely loud music. Then, at night, when we try to sleep, a mental patient, who should be in a hospital, is banging on our walls. On Sunday mornings, when we are worshiping, another neighbor in the back plays just evil music with the base permeating our walls.
When we ask for help from the local village officers, we get none. When we approach the local government unit for help, we can't get any help. We cannot call the police because it is an ongoing problem.
We are desperate, and as I type this, I am under extreme stress and almost in tears--I am a broken man right now and relate closely to Psalm 88. This has been going on for nearly 2 years non-stop. I lost my cool yesterday and just began yelling my head off in my room. I just can't take this anymore and my family is suffering greatly. Please, please pray for us.
The people here in general seem like nice people, but in time, you begin to see how unpleasant they can be. It's not a stereotype to share your observatons; plus, I've been here for 20 years. I know the people and have seen the good and bad, but predominantly the bad when living in proximity with them. In fact, I could be harmed if I push this too far.
My poor wife (the only one who is allowed to leave our house) is out looking for another house too move to, but things are a little sketchy because we are still under a modified form of quarantine here. Par for the course, the Philippines has shown itself to be one of the handful of nations that cannot get a grip on this supposed crisis. Our plans to move to a provincial area in the north are no longer an option. We have to get out of here, NOW.
And if I ever get out of here, I believe I will have been permanently traumatized by this with a form of PTSD. Right now, it feels like I'm battling severe depression. I think if I ever make it to another place I'd fall down on the ground in tears. But right now, brethren, I honestly don't know if I will survive this.
Please, brethren, please, enlist the sympathy and prayers of God-fearing, Spirit-filled brethren to pray for us in earnest. We need people to intercede for us here. We are all alone.