I Can't Hear You, Lord

God, please... I'm at the end of my rope. God, please... I don't know what else to do. God, please... I hate my job, but I can't just quit. God, please... I have never, ever felt so much dislike for one place, one company, or one person as I do now. God, please... Please don't leave me here. Please don't keep me here where these feelings aren't just staying, they're getting worse. Please don't make me do this. God, please... Please. I need your help. I can't handle this job, this place, this life "style" anymore. I need something else. God, please... I don't see any way out. I don't see any hope. All I see and feel is despair. Please...please...please... Get me out of here. I want to go home. I want to go home to my family every night. I want to not feel nothing but contempt for my co-workers. I want to not hate my supervisor. I want to feel something besides hopeless despair. God, please.... Please.... Please....

God, I'm trying really hard to hold to your promises. I'm no longer merely asking, I'm begging and pleading. I'm no longer merely seeking, I'm frantically searching. I'm no longer merely knocking, I'm desperately pounding. I'm trying...very very hard....to hold on to your promises to care for us. But frankly, right now, I'm wondering if You think the sparrows are more important. Even if You don't give a fetid dingo's kidney about me, how'sabout thinking about my family please. And Zion - how about them? I'd take an interview today for pete's sake. I'd tell my "Engagement Manager" that something has come up that I need to take care of, see ya tomorrow, and I'd drive the freaking three hours to an interview. I'd take a substantial cut in pay. This situation is rapidly becoming intolerable , and You're the only one that can do anything about it. I've done everything I can. I've applied...