I feel compelled to share my journal entry for today.  Maybe it is only so I can look back and remember.  Maybe it is for you, dear reader. The parentheses are my words.         Psalm 13     For the director of music. A psalm of David.    1 How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever?      How long will you hide your face from me?     (Lord, sometimes it feels this way! In my mind I know this is not at all true.  But Lord, in my heart I feel so separated from you.)    2 How long must I wrestle with my thoughts     and day after day have sorrow in my heart?      How long will my enemy triumph over me?     (How long indeed?  I wrestle with thoughts of not being good enough, not feeling chosen or holy or loved by you, Lord.  I wrestle with your commands to not fear and to cease striving.  The lies are my enemies, how long will they continue to badger me?)    3 Look on me and answer, Lord my God.      Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death,     (Lord, ...