I lay awake in bed last night, fuming over various perceived slights and feeling sorry for myself. I forgot to set the alarm, and I woke up 30 minutes late this morning, and the day hasn’t gone much better since then. It’s mostly been minor annoyances, but it’s all contributed to some self-pity and a bad attitude about my situation in general.

I need some short-term cheering up and some long-term direction. But God has stubbornly refused to turn on that big neon arrow in the sky to point the way.