The Waiting Room

Why is everyone getting acknowledged except me?

I was here first.

This room is cold, and the lights are hurting my eyes.

I could cry, but I don’t have it in me.

The feeling of envy is flowing through my veins.

If I hear another name called, that’s not mine...

I will lose my mind.

I’m tired.

It feels like a week, but it’s only been a day.

I pray, but that doesn’t seem to work.

Honestly, I don’t know what to say.

How pathetic.

My unhappiness has led to apathy.

With no signs of victory.

Lord, please help me wait.

You alone can lift this weight off my shoulders.

I need You.

“Lord , how long will You forget me? Forever? How long will You hide Your face from me? How long will I store up anxious concerns within me, agony in my mind every day? How long will my enemy dominate me? Consider me and answer, Lord my God. Restore brightness to my eyes; otherwise, I will sleep in death. My enemy will say, “I have triumphed over him,” and my foes will rejoice because I am shaken. But I have trusted in Your faithful love; my heart will rejoice in Your deliverance. I will sing to the Lord because He has treated me generously.”

Psalm 13:1-6 (HCSB)