13 Questions

Am I frustrated that people claim to know me, when they really have no clue? Who am I? What am I? When I, myself, am trying to find answers to those questions; why do people need to tell me that they KNOW me? Why does it bother and disappoint me that no one really knows me? Don’t I give people ample opportunities to get to know me? Why can’t people figure me out as I figure them out?

My God who rescues me from the trivial and critical matters is bailing out on me. Is this something that I have to fight (and get over) myself? Will I not be receiving any aid from my Lord? I can’t do this myself. I have become so weak. My body seems to be weakening my mind. My tears serve no purpose?

How long will this go on? I am afraid that this will consume me. I am so lost. I cannot think of my next move. I am so lost. After a lot of consideration, when I finally make a move, why do I feel as though I’m being impetuous and immature? I am so lost.

I don’t know how and what to overlook. I don’t know where my life is headed. I don’t know how much more time I have.

I will survive this. This is a small chapter in my life. I will come out of this trial as a stronger person. My only prayer is that I can endure this. I am pretty sure that I have been created to serve a purpose in this world. So, I will survive this. I will.

This will pass. This must!

One question: How many more, Lord?