Let's ask ourselves the question, that if we're really happy, then why does it feel like somethings missing? We desire something more, and reach the goal - maybe for a while, it'll make us whole. But then the sting comes back and the emptiness rears its ugly head, yet again. We're alone. Broken. Empty. Telling ourselves, that if we just get to the next point, we'll be happy again, and the cycle continues. We are like a puzzle, almost complete, but missing the most important piece, trying to find something else to fill that gap. But nothing fits, And nothing completes it. So what's missing? βTo tell you the truth, you were made for something more. But you can't find something more without Someone to point the way. Jesus is the way, the truth and the life.