....when you're alone.

Mom and Dad went to an awards banquet for the school...I just dropped Sam off at work...and I'm at home. Dinner is warming up. I am so used to being around other people - even in my quiet times, I'm not alone in the house. There's a quality of reaching out to God when you're the only person around. It's born out of a feeling of loneliness....but rather than immediately reaching for the phone or the tv remote, I can sit here and know that I am not alone. Almost sounds cliche, doesn't it?
I used to have panic attacks when left alone someplace. So now when I'm left alone, there's still a hint of that - just a hint. Just enough to force me to search for something...Someone to hold me.

"You are a hiding place for me; You preserve me from trouble; You surround me with glad cries of deliverance. Selah." ~Psalm 32:7