I have found myself feeling rather "blah" this year. Not bad, just blah. Perhaps it's because this was the first Christmas without my grandmother. 2019 was a year of massive change, so maybe that has something to do with it. But as I meditated on Psalm 42 this morning, I realized that my issue goes far deeper than that. The psalmist wrote, "As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?