You’ve heard of that hole. The one people are always trying to fill. With drugs. With sex. With food. With shopping. The one that people try and fill with God. With love. With processing and healing. Some hope the perfect job. The perfect partner. The perfect home will fill it forever. “If only I could find that one thing I am supposed to be doing…” “If only that dreamy person from across the room would waltz over and save me…” You’ve heard of this hole.