She couldn’t help it. Something was missing. Something deep inside wasn’t right; like an ocean wave without the sound. Vacant. Lost. A vacuum created by guilt. She was waiting, but she didn’t know what she was waiting for…to fill that void, she took another drink. Then like the psalmist she cries out on her knees, begging, “O Lord, hear my voice! Open your ears and hear me. O Lord, if you keep track of sins, I know I’m not worthy? O Lord, who could be?” She was at her bottom. Again, God heard her voice and sent words of hope. Words she finally heard. Words that filled her with life-giving air, renewing her hope for life.