I lay awake with a sense of malaise. Perhaps it is the feeling that there is much I have left undone, and battles left unfought. Perhaps it is the unknowing, will I pass or will I fail? Will I prevail or fall? I am uncomfortable with who I am. In any case the result is the same, loneliness borne of desolation.
Saturday night was such a night. I felt I just needed my wife to hold me. Her touch and embrace ironically converted my loneliness to solitude.
Monday, I again felt the sting of loneliness. This time it resolved in solidarity with other solitary people around the world. I found myself praying and resting in God.
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