Went to Bed Yesterday: 2:00 Woke Up Today:1:00

I can feel it before I'm even awake. I can run for a time, but the fog always catches up on the darker mornings and the evenings that follow. It's loneliness, but not the kind of loneliness a significant other can fix. At least I know that much. It's bigger and worse. At least I could get a poor substitute for a husband. There is no substitute for Jesus. Not even a pale one. I just sit around the house and feel like I was made for something significant. A smart woman would acknowledge this and begin a mighty pursuit. Not me. I don't know how to address it, so I let go and watch Jesus float away like a red balloon.