I used to feel this way all the time!
Oh, down in the dumps! I'm a guy...but I'd sit by the window and wonder where my life was going, where He was taking me.
Why was I always the one being picked on? How come I was the only one in the world who had to follow His rules and commandments and everybody else just seemed to get away with doing whatever the heck they wanted? Why did I feel so alone?
I'd cry, too...big crocadile tears. No reason, just sitting by the window and all of a sudden here they'd come...rolling one after another.
How come I was the only one who "liked" cleaning the house? How come I was the only one who "liked" paying the bills? How come I was the only one who had a bible and ever opened it?
One time I was staying in The Dalles while on an arch dig. I had been feeling this way for months, and thought about going to see a doctor for depression. But would that mean that I wasn't trusting in the Lord? Would God think I had forgotten Him? I didn't know what to do.
I pulled open my curtains when I got into my room and there was a big billboard outside my room..."God Cares." It said. Only this and nothing more.
I went to the doctor, he prescribed anti-depressants because things were going wacky in my noodle, and POOF!
The world exploded back into life.
