Doing without the things I love, like macaroni and cheese, leaves a void in me that needs filling, preferably with something cheesy.

She tells me I'll adore him... yet there's not a single thing she has told me about him that sounds very appealing.

Why is it that God sometimes seems to beat around the bush in answering my prayers? I wasn't the one bold enough to ask the question aloud, but I can't deny that I've wondered it. A lot.