I find myself asking...

On those days like today where I wake up and say that I hate my life and I would be elated if today was the day of the second coming of Christ and I would be taken home to him and this hell on earth would finally be at an end, I find myself asking the question, "Why should I show much interest in God when he doesn't seem to show much interest in me?" Could it be that he knows something I don't? I don't just think so, I know so. He is omnipotent after all. I just wish he would let me in on even just a little minute bit of it.