Here's an interesting viewpoint to the blog that I posted below from MySpace.

The word Alone is one of those reasons why I love language so much. Alone is a rather neutral term when you think about it. To give it meaning we use words like Loneliness to describe the pain of being Alone. And words like Solitude to describe the glory of being Alone.

It is in your Solitude that you belong entirely to yourself, and to God. It is in solitude that we are silent enough to hear our hearts, and free enough to follow them.

But it is in our Loneliness that we discover how knowing our heart leaves it only partially fulfilled. It is the sharing of our heart that places us in the heart of God. As such the pain of Loneliness is the pain of denying ourselves that hour of sharing, and the pain of distancing ourselves from God's heart.

Is it so easy to believe that God would deem you incapable of loving both Him and us? Would you divide your love into tithings, saying "This for my God, and this remainder for His children."? Or is it possible that God has given you that moment to be alone that you may savor the fruits of your solitude? And that He has also gifted you this next moment of loneliness, that you may now seek the ways to best share your heart?

Is it truly to say that in giving your heart to a man that you would not in
fact be giving it to Life and to God? Is it to say if you loved your own children, you would have no love for His? Or is it instead a fear that no man is capable of offering you both unconditional love, and also unconditional freedom? That there exists no man on all the Earth who not only understands your love for God and His children, but celebrates it? Is there no one among us who is inspired by that love, and will in turn cherish you as a child of God?

Just as there are seasons of the year and seasons to life, there exist seasons within the heart. In the cold emptiness of winter, summer seems so incredibly far away. But no winter is forever, Miss Hannah. Enjoy your seasons. Enjoy the golds and reds of your autumn, though they usher in the cold. Celebrate with laughter and craft the snow angels of your winter, for now. But do not lose hope that the rebirth of spring is just around the corner.