He Heard My Cry: Psalm 40:1

With tears running down her face and engulfed by disillusion, Marie walked down a long hall toward a room with a steel door and one small window. The walls within were cement and in the center of the room lay a mattress. She was asked to lie down so that she could be put in restraints; restraints that would protect her from herself. This mountain before Marie was enormous, and her faith was miniscule. She was trapped in a place where no light could enter. Confusion was her companion, and fe...