>be me
>drink Rockstar to get through a tough closing shift
>get in screaming row with some (current and former) friends afterwards
>combination of caffeine and adrenaline means I can't sleep a wink
>try listening to hymns, but that just makes me depressed for some reason
>I get angry at the state of the world, angst intensifies
>mfw pic related
>turn on the lights and pull out my Bible
>Start praying some of the middle-ish Psalms
>consider doing 58, but I'm not that angsty yet
>wonder if I'm just making things worse by fretting over the Scriptures at such a late hour
>glance at Psalm 63
>>6 On my bed I remember you;
>> I think of you through the watches of the night.
>>7 Because you are my help,
>> I sing in the shadow of your wings.
>>8 I cling to you;
>> your right hand upholds me.
>look it up in a commentary
>King David probably wrote it when he was in the desert fleeing from Absalom, when his son turned against him and it seemed like all Israel had as well
>feel a strange sense of connection with that turbulent desert king 3000 years ago
>realize that God's people have faced far worse trials than we and that we're going to make it
>mfw other pic related