Clarity...

Why did you choose me, God? I mean, really? What do I possibly have to offer this world? I'm not smart. I don't know the Bible very well anymore. I'm flighty in some respects. I'm not creative. I don't know enough about making a speech to make one. The last time I made a speech was my freshman year in college. Yeah. If you wanted me to do that, why didn't you keep me in that sort of arena?

My singing is alright, I suppose, but really? How many people actually make it in the music business? How realistic is it to even dream it? I haven't read music since I was in Jr. High and now, I can't read it at all. 

God I'm mediocre at best.

You won't even tell me which way we're going. I just feel like I'm in the middle of a crossroads. You haven't and won't even seem to prepare me. So how can I do anything?

I feel useless.

I'm at a dead-end job in my field of study. Why did you let me choose such a route? If you wanted me down these certain roads that you seem to be trying to push me down, then why didn't you steer me in that direction? My degree has proved useless and quite honestly, I don't enjoy it at all. I haven't enjoyed it since my first experience. Now look where we are. Its too late. I can't go back to school. I don't have the money. I'm living at home and....I just feel stuck.

And here you are prodding at me to do crazy things that I can't do. Things that don't make a lick of sense for me to even start...

Or maybe its me.

Maybe I'm making it all up.

Maybe that's not you calling..

I wish you would just make things clear....