I Love Psalms

As I listened to the reading of the Bible this morning, I felt myself speaking along with the writer of the Psalms.

Psalm 6:1-10

1 O Lord, don’t rebuke me in your anger
or discipline me in your rage.
2 Have compassion on me, Lord, for I am weak.
Heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony.
3 I am sick at heart.
How long, O Lord, until you restore me?
4 Return, O Lord, and rescue me.
Save me because of your unfailing love.
5 For the dead do not remember you.
Who can praise you from the grave?
6 I am worn out from sobbing.
All night I flood my bed with weeping,
drenching it with my tears.
7 My vision is blurred by grief;
my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.
8 Go away, all you who do evil,
for the Lord has heard my weeping.
9 The Lord has heard my plea;
the Lord will answer my prayer.
10 May all my enemies be disgraced and terrified.
May they suddenly turn back in shame.

For months, I've been fighting hopelessness, worthlessness and feelings that I'm simply wasting my life. I don't regret being a husband or father, but I could certainly do a better job in each role. It's the career and where I've chosen to spend my waking hours that I'm most uncertain of. It pays the bills. For that blessing, I'm thankful. However, with each passing day, it gets more and more difficult to keep going. I keep feeling as though I'm missing the purpose of my existence. I hope the Lord continues to work on this issue, because all I want is to be doing what I'm meant to do- and live under His will.

Good Night