I'm in a period of much confusion and disillusionment. Much has been going wrong and outlook is very bleak at work. For once I have no clear path to tread and every option is both frightening and foreboding to me. It's depressing, to say the least. While moping around last night, I flipped to the day's reading of Oswald Chambers' classic, My Utmost For His Highest, just on a whim.