A Psalm of Kurt

Thank God!
I forget all the time, but he is always watchin' out for me. Sometimes I start thinking about him like he is just some guy like me, but he's not. I'm made of mud and when you squeeze me $#!+ comes out both ends. NOT God, no he is like clean white silk sheets. Cool beautiful light and blue clean refreshing water would come from him if you squeezed him.
A couple months back I was in deep despair. I had been so certain that I was to leave the situation I was in. I had plenty. I had purpose. I had friends. I was a celebrity. Then I found that I had nothing. No plenty. No purpose. No friends. No celebrity. I couldn't find work. Without a job I felt useless, my life-meaningless, my time-of no worth. I felt like a coal miner buried alive, my life ebbing away and there was nothing I could do. I had expended all the effort I had and I couldn't dig my way out. Slowly I was dying with no hope.
But then God...a job from no where. Not just any job but one seemingly made especially for me. Supervisors who appreciated the strange mix of gifts God has assembled in me. Pay that could sustain us. I could make my own schedule up.
He had to wait until it was obvious beyond the shadow of a doubt that I hadn't and couldn't and didn't achieve this by my effort. He had to hang me out there because I had started to think that I was the cause of my own success...that I had done it myself. We do nothing ourselves. And we achieve only with God's help. I write this to help myself remeber in days to come that at my best days I should be in no less reliance on God than on my worse. He sustains me. Remember THAT!