I'm really sad tonight.
What am I doing with my life? I have the longing, God, but not the direction. When will you give me direction?
I feel so stagnant. God, when will you give me for what my heart has been longing? Will Saturday answer my prayers?
Hurting. I'm hurting for her. Because I know where she's been. Heal her.
I'm so unsatisfied here. I go to work. I come home. Come home to a furnished apartment and feel guilt and conviction. I feel useless. I feel disgusting. I have so much and have given nothing in return. My work is unsatisfying. I deal with people who have money and people who don't have money, and it hurts. I would so much rather be on the streets 24/7 helping the homeless. I would rather have just enough to get me by and be out talking to those who need it.
God, I feel so lost.
