I have felt God: the love of God, the glory of God, the splendor of God.
I have seen the beauty of God. I have feared the wrath of God. I have asked forgiveness from God.
Yet somehow, I do not know God like God knows me. I understand that I'll never understand all of God's mysteries, but I still weep. I weep because I have no sought God like God has sought me.
Without God, I am empty.
