The only exception.

Lamentations 3:
22: Through the LORD's mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
23: They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
24: "The LORD is my portion," says my soul,
"Therefore I hope in Him!"

Thank God it ended yesterday. Since officially rising up for Him. That dryness, that emptiness I felt, it finally ended. I can weep in His presence once again. I'm broken before Him once again. I really did miss that feeling. I wanted it back so much. I want You so much. It's Your strength which keeps me going.

Like how that song went. I had to admit before You I lost my fire. I lost my faith on the way here. My prayers felt empty. The songs I sang, they felt tired to me. All I had to do was admit the initial passion was gone. But I kept searching. Non-stop. I wanted it back. I missed it. I was searching for something again. For Your face again. I wanted You to make my cold heart start to move again. I kept asking and asking. I kept finding. I kept seeking. Look for You and I would find, You said. I really did find You after this time of wilderness. The blessings and breakthroughs really did lay just ahead. I always knew I would get over this. For I really did know I was much stronger than this. Not because I was strong, but because You always lend Your humble servant Your strength. I am strong because You are. When everything around me fails, rediscovering You makes everything alright again. It's all about You. Nothing else. You and no one else.

I want my soul to burn when I hear Your name.