We were just starting to believe we’d made it through the worst of the blustery winter days when the cold weather returned like a tempest fighting for one last victory.  As I stared at the daffodils, crushed beneath the weight of the snow, a gentle invitation beckoned me, whispering, Only God can satisfy your emptiness; turn to him and be filled today. Winter had worn on me, and another grey day felt nothing short of defeating.  Nevertheless, I knew that my emptiness could be satisfied by God alone.  Mostly, I knew this because nothing else had been working. Only God Can Satisfy Your Emptiness Perhaps this invitation to let God…