God Knows Best

Have you ever felt that dark feeling when you are alone? Something falls to the pit of your stomach, turns around, sits stoically and weighs you down. And you are alone, simply alone. No matter how many people may occupy your surroundings, you are alone; alone as the desert ascetic. People hold no interest, sadly they simply fill time. It is only too easy to despair. When this feeling is prevalent, hope seems to whither, to fade. And you cry out in pain and confusion. You say that this cannot be life. This cannot be what I was made for. This cannot be my purpose. I was not made to live a life only filled with loneliness. I was not made to be alone.

It seems the questions so often go unanswered. The loneliness becomes indefinite. Where is the salve for the rawness of the soul? Is there a cure? Where is it? How often are we told there is? To easily an answer is offered. It is a hard answer to grasp, to believe. Often it is not a solution that gives us what we desire. And we hate it. We hate every fiber of the solution because we still feel empty. But we know it is true. Every other way has failed. And so we endure knowing that the emptiness is a trial through which we must persevere. Our perseverance will make us worthy of the trial; we become men and women of character. In our character, we find hope in the giver.