I'm not hungry.  No, that's not it.  I'm not thirsty either.  I just feel... empty.  Literally, physically hollow.  It's very strange.  It's like there's nothing inside of me.  No room.  It's not just physically hollow, either.  It's emotionally... not hollow, but neutral.  No happiness.  No sadness.  No anger.  Nothing.  It's just.

Empty.

Should I be worried about this?  I'm not.

He promised.  I know He did.  And maybe it won't work the way I want it to, or maybe I heard what He didn't say, or I read into what He said.  But He did promise and no matter what happens, I will trust His promises.  After all, He did promise.  And if anybody keeps promises, it's Him.

Even when I've been less than faithful and less than wonderful.  But I'll come back and repent and try to do as I'm told.  And then He'll renew His promises.  It is best not to stray at all, because when I do, I miss promises that I didn't even know about.  But when I do stray, He'll take me back.   I may not get the perfect best He had planned for me, but He will still love me and protect me and take me back and renew His promises.  I love that about God, don't you?  Even when we fail miserably, He still takes us back?  We lose what we gave up, but He still gives freely and generously.  How amazing is that?

Forgiven, Hopeful, and Faithful,

The ChocolateCatt