Thoughts bubbling like a 3rd grade Science project

My mind is reeling upon why the Lord does what He does. I feel like at times He awakens us from night terrors. Rocking our R.E.M. Cycles of comfort and repetition. Pulling the covers off our bodies to feel the weather of reality around us. Which then makes me think...
 How can I fix this for myself? How do I make myself more comfortable? But (really) how can I tell others to put on a jacket? To take care of themselves? Or better yet, let the Lord take care of them?

Micah 2:6-13

  ⁶ “Do not prophesy,” their prophets say.
   “Do not prophesy about these things;
   disgrace will not overtake us.”
⁷ You descendants of Jacob, should it be said,
   “Does the LORD become^[a] impatient?
   Does he do such things?”
   “Do not my words do good
   to the one whose ways are upright?
⁸ Lately my people have risen up
   like an enemy.
You strip off the rich robe
   from those who pass by without a care,
   like men returning from battle.
⁹ You drive the women of my people
   from their pleasant homes.
You take away my blessing
   from their children forever.
¹⁰ Get up, go away!
   For this is not your resting place,
because it is defiled,
   it is ruined, beyond all remedy.
¹¹ If a liar and deceiver comes and says,
   ‘I will prophesy for you plenty of wine and beer,’
   that would be just the prophet for this people!

Deliverance Promised

 ¹² “I will surely gather all of you, Jacob;
   I will surely bring together the remnant of Israel.
I will bring them together like sheep in a pen,
   like a flock in its pasture;
   the place will throng with people.
¹³ The One who breaks open the way will go up before them;
   they will break through the gate and go out.
Their King will pass through before them,
   the LORD at their head.”

For serious now. These aren't things to be ignored. Not something to wake up lightly enough to throw your leg out of the comforter to become apart of the club.

God's been shaking me awake lately. Making me see what things have been eating away at my everything while equally causing saw dust to cover up what is true. What must I do to sweep up this place? This place meaning my views and perspectives. My patience and my heart. How do I unclog such places so that they openly flow again?

I'm sorry if none of that makes sense. If it does make sense, do you feel me and do you agree?

...What a chain reaction that comes from two simple words,
"Follow me".