Yesterday, I was scrolling through YouTube and found a 60 Minutes clip about people who are in "real" relationships with their AI companions.

I, of course, didn't click on it because I didn't feel in the mood to tear my clothes and cover myself in ashes (feels more like a weekend thing, you know?).

Everywhere I look, there are people searching for God's love, His eternal peace, and they don't even know it. So instead, they look to their manmade devices, their manmade ideals, their manmade religions, and end up losing the point completely.

And I am one of those people, too.

Forever an Israelite, I suppose, wandering the hot desert as He patiently waits and looks on with love, just like a parent whose deep concern for their child leads to letting them stumble back into their arms.

So here I am, stumbling, world-weary and knowing that I'm no better than a woman all alone, staring into a screen.

The only thing I have that she doesn't? The hope of Someone who loves me more than I or anyone ever could.