It was one of those days. She was over all happy. But there was that tiny piece of her mind that she couldn’t stop thinking of. All the subjects about life, and hope and God and love…they all kept pressing themselves at her. Like she was missing something. She decided to go out walking to maybe just let these thoughts go through her head, and then pass on out. She hated trying to figure them out because it made her sound depressed or something. But she wasn’t. She would start out, Maybe God is trying to tell me something about my life. I’m not doing anything with it. My life is pretty much pointless right now, maybe if I just pray and hope… but she’d stop there. She does pray every night to God, but she her relationship with Him doesn’t seem as strong as it use to, and now the word hope seemed to be slipping from her vocabulary. She wants to be able to just feel God around her when she prayed like she used. Or when she’d cry she’d just be able to feel His love in her heart, but now it feels empty.