Treadmill

Job 29:1,30:1-2,16-31

Where am I going? What shall I do? I pray but seem to get no answers. I seem to be busy going nowhere, achieving nothing. I believe with Job that God is looking and doing nothing, or that is how it seems from my view at the centre of the circle. Am I like the dog in the wheel turning the spit in a medieval kitchen? I work and see no results myself. The family in the castle enjoyed the meal, perhaps eventually the doggy was given a scrap. Maybe I will eventually see what God was up to and how my effort contributed to mankind's greater welfare. Meanwhile I all I can do is keep plodding along.