There's a jar of peanut butter sitting on the corner of my desk, but somehow that just doesn't comfort me tonight.

Your voice is the one I want to hear. Speak loudly, clearly into my life. Tell me that this is where you want me. Reassure me that this transitional season is okay. Because right now, this is where I am. Complacent. Dry. Empty. But I know You have something greater than all this in store.