She left again yesterday to return to college. I am left sad and empty.So I look up; I praise; I pray; I worship. Focusing on Him fills me. The sadness remains for a season, but the emptiness is not quite as hollow now.
"I need to be reminded that the key that would set me free is already in my possession. Worship has often proved to be that key; although on the surface it seems useless, it is also necessary, a means of reconnecting with other people when acedia or dejection has isolated me. Worship grounds me again in the real world of God’s creation, dislodging me from whatever world I have imagined for myself."
