By the time I finished showing houses late Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted and starving. It had been a busy weekend and I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten all day. But what did I want?
I felt a gnawing craving inside. It was a familiar craving, but what was it for? Was it for steak? Pizza? Chicken? I genuinely felt confused.
I’ve gone through this odd process a thousand times before. I’m hungry but everything I think of feels wrong. I stopped at a couple of restaurants, thinking they might be what I needed, but each time I stopped, I felt a cold emptiness — because I realized what I needed wasn’t inside.

Don’t show me the past or the future; show me what you can give now
AUDIO: Partnership idea sounded great, but it was just a dead end
When we sell Jesus like soap, maybe we’re spiritually bankrupt
Free speech is our natural right, not a gift granted by politicians
Why Santorum is wrong: When God sees sinful world, that includes U.S.
We can see injustices of the past, but still honor men who achieved
Doing it for the children? No, they’re doing it for the TV cameras
Constant quest for perfection leaves us confused and paralyzed