God, i'm trying to trust. i'm crying out to You with all i have

be merciful to me Lord, for i am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and body with grief. my life is consumed by anguish and my years by groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak.-Psalm 31:9-10

God, my soul is troubled. my heart is not still. my mind is racing. get me out, get me out of this desert. do You hear me when i cry?