I can feel it coming on – the stress, the “I don’t care anymore,” the “take this job and shove it,” the despair over where I’m not in life.
I’m fighting it, mind you, but I can feel it. What tool, what weapon can I use?
My stomach is in knots. My head is killing me. My jaw is clenched.
I must relax, need to give this burden to someone else.
I’m tired and feel helpless, hopeless.
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.