Someone Who Understands

So this morning I was woken up by the realization of apartment life. It's crazy how you get used to a huge bathroom where it is unnecessary for the door to be open in order for it not to be too hot in there. Well, this morning it was too hot for Brent and the door went open. It was fine, just bright! So my sleep came to an end...

Despite the early morning bathroom light, it was a good thing that I woke up early. I got to take Wilson (and myself) for a short run then come back to my time with the Lord. I love summers without a job. They give me this refreshing feeling of a routine that I get to come up with that has no restrictions.

As I was reading Psalm 39, I found someone who understands how I feel during this phase of my life. David.

At first David tries to control his urges over his sin. He tries to shut his own mouth and take full control over his own actions. But his "anguish increased". Nothing he did seemed to fix the way he was feeling. He realizes how short his life is. Then he asks God to "show him the end of his days". Like me, he seems confused on what he's doing in his life. He realizes that God must save him from his own sin. He knows he must trust in God's ultimate saving grace. And he doesn't give up. I can't give up!

Like David, I pray, "Hear my prayer, O Lord, listen to my cry for help; be not deaf to my weeping. For I dwell with you as an alien, a stranger, as all my fathers were. Look away from me, that I may rejoice again before I depart and am no more."