Psalms 142: 3-4 3 When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who know my way. In the path where I walk men have hidden a snare for me. 4 Look to my right and see; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life. Lose direction, in work, at church, and it seems to be a mess everywhere. I want to get out from there, but am stuck in the middle of nowhere. Sadly to say, no one is concerned, I have no refuge, and no one cares for my life. Perhaps the reason why I am there every week is: to work, to work and to work. I don't need another place to work, Mon - Fri is more than enough. Don't stop me and just ask, 'If you can help me...', 'Will you do this...'. There are far too many people there, but too few of them are really here. Perhaps You know my way, but at least until today, I don't have an answer, from You. If I am there because of responsbilities, I preferred being regarded as a 'Runaway person', than to be an 'everything seems fine workaholic'. |