Lord, You are my hiding place

I walked an hour at Far East Square aimlessly during lunch time. My spirit was crashed. I could feel dryness in my body. I think my soul too.

I worked two years in this place. I have worked wholeheartedly. However, my integrity is being doubt. Never have I done anything to harm anyone. I have no words to say. I lost my confidence in this place.

As I write, tears rolling in my eyes.... As I open a browser to my favourite Bible website, I see these appear in front of me :-

Psalm 5 1-3
Give ear to my words, O Lord, consider my sighing.
Listen to my cry for help, my King and my God, for to you I pray.
In the morning, O Lord, You hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait in expectation.

Dear Father,
Thank you for verses. These are the words that I have said to You in the morning too. I am also sure You know what is going on. I can only put more trust in You. For You can make all things possible. I need patience. Lord, teach me to wait patiently and be wise in all things......Amen