The times when I've been failing, smothered, empty, hollow, and neglecting my relationship with Him -- giving up on any goodness in my life, and so too my final good -- those are the time when I crave Him. I actually feel. My heart writhes in longing. The blood through my veins and air in my lungs, He propels my life, and desperately I need Him. How merciful that in the times I most neglect Him, He grants me the most feeling and longing for Him.