Went to bed last night with frustration and feeling defeated. It’s just one of those days when work and life seems to be tumbling down; sapping my energy in the midst of all that. I know I’m struggling badly with work in the recent months and the motivation level is so low that I fear this might just be the final straw. Woke up this morning at 5AM feeling extremely tired. At this state of mind, I don’t think I am capable of doing anything right. That includes almost snapping at my boss at this morning’s meeting. I’m just sick of the same routines; wake up – work – sleep – wake up – work – sleep – …. Not forgetting my inability to find rest during the waking and non-waking hours..
Having migraine now and sh*t loads of emails flying around. Suddenly this hymn creep into my head. Ahhh…. perfect timing.. 🙂
(Play from 1:07 onwards)
Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
To guide the future, as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below.
Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay
From His own fullness all He takes away.
Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord.
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past
All safe and blessèd we shall meet at last.
Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise
On earth, believing, to Thy Lord on high;
Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways,
So shall He view thee with a well pleased eye.
Be still, my soul: the Sun of life divine
Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine