Living without God is too hard. I can't. Even my imagining that I'm living apart from Him is is too much for me to bear.

I'm at a point in my life where I don't have too many things that keep me afloat. Only God keeps me going some days. When I pretend that I'm living life for my own purposes, I become so miserable that I can't stand it. It's a feeling of emptiness that weighs down on my soul.

And yet, knowing just how utterly unsatisfying it is to live without Him, I keep running away...

It really is hard to live a life pleasing to God. But in all honesty, the alternative is far worse.