Even after I’ve read the seventeenth web page about how to sleep better at night, Google is terrible at helping me find true peace for my soul. As many links as Google can offer me on how to be more lovable, more kissable, or how to be a better wife or a better house guest, it can’t show me how to find the kind of love that isn’t dependent on my looks, mood, or status. Google can’t tell me who I am. It can’t pinpoint my identity for me. Only God can do that.
