I'm secluded in the basement of Mark and Kristy's house as I house sit for them, and tonight, I just feel really alone. I feel out in the cold, disconnected, and dead. I am living a life that I don't want to live, yet still trying to make things right in my own strength. It just doesn't work. God is breaking me, and it hurts. But maybe this is what I need, and so I am thankful for the tears and the pain.