Seeker. Looking for answers. Searching relentlessly for the truth. What’s more important than truth? Many nights I spent crying at the Savior’s feet. Waiting. Wanting. Begging for bread. Later I would discover substance was accessible the entire time I spent waiting. Willing. Calling to me. To feed me the answers my malnourished soul needed so badly. Patiently waiting. My server never let my plate get cold. I am embarrassed to say I do not know myself.