under the covers

I have absolutely nothing to write about right now. But at the expense of me writing something completely meaningless, I might as well just describe what's going on - I feel like there's a piece of me that's missing but I don't know what. And for me, growing is like this painful process of putting on cold jeans in the morning in wintry weather: either I decide to endure the pain and put them on because they're going to keep me warm, or I stay in bed all morning and not even bother trying.

Man, I wish there was like.. someone forcing me to do stuff, to follow hard after God, to serve Him, to pray. I guess I realize that's what I'm kinda missing at the moment. I want to follow, I just don't have the energy or the motivation to start. I'm still hiding under the covers.