By now it's dark anyway, but nights are the hardest part. What is it about morning that makes everything a little bit better? Tim wants a Big Mac; I want to go do work at Starbucks. I think both of those things are in part cover-ups for this growing loneliness. We're worn down trying to meet one another's needs, but where else can we go? I know the answer- the Lord- but today it doesn't feel that obvious.

Tonight we are meeting with two couples to watch the Alpha Leaders Training video. There really are a lot of encouraging aspects to this- like the fact that one of the guys borrowed the video last night because he wanted to watch it in advance to be well-prepared. Or the idea that tonight we get to talk with these people about their perspective on this vision of reaching out to spiritually disconnected folks. Four months ago, two of them were those people. Three years ago, the other two were as well.

Nonetheless, I hear Tim in the other room talking to the dog. "Taza, you know what would make this night really fun? Good wine, good cheese, and good friends." We don't have access to any of those things tonight, and in the midst of all the genuinely exciting things going on, we find ourselves living under a cloud. Is it spiritual warfare? Culture shock? I don't know. Pray that we would see some sunshine. In the meantime, we're trusting the Father, clinging to Jesus, calling on the Holy Spirit to sustain us.

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