I'm trying to finish some work that's due tomorrow, I'm not feeling very well, and going to bed half an hour early last night backfired (I woke up at 4 a.m.). It has not been a good day. All day long I've asked the Lord for help, but things have kept getting worse, and the chip on my shoulder has kept growing.
Me (in exasperation): I can't hear You! If You're trying to tell me something encouraging... I can't hear You! If You're trying to tell me something's wrong... I can't hear You!
(pause)
The Lord (in a whisper): That's because your heart's turned off.
(Hmm. Well. That I heard.)