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, ...