I can name a few times when, seeking for human approval, I tried calling several friends and none of them pick up. Tonight would be one of those times. I knew my Abba saw through my idolatry of seeking others to fill the void I was feeling. Them not picking up was not coincidence or bad luck. He was calling me to talk to him.
"You're on your own, baby. Just you and me."
But it's a good alone - an honest, tearful alone - because I'm alone, with my Savior.