A good roommate is hard to find.

One thing I've enjoyed since my senior year of college is living by myself. There's nobody around to hog the TV, keep me awake with company, or eat the last blue Freezer Pop. It's a life of peace and quiet.

I first realized how great it was to live by yourself a month into my final year at Arkansas State. For some reason, they paired me up with a freshman with a mop for hair who liked to use my things without asking first and making crude abortion jokes. After four weeks, I signed up for another room, and spent the rest of my senior year without Max's stupidity.

After college, I continued to live alone. And while it would have been nice to have someone to talk to, walking around the house in my boxers whenever I want far outweighs any concern of loneliness.

However, that mindset changed back in December. Why the turn? Simple: it's nice to have a little bit of help on the rent and utilities. And after a few months with a unemployed roommate, I'm starting over again, looking for a new roommate to the tune of $350 a month (that's just half of the $500 rent and half of the usual $200 on cable, internet, electricity and water bill).

You'd think it'd be easy to find a roommate. Just put an ad on Craigslist and in the newspaper and watch the offers flow in. With the economy in shambles, it seems like plenty of people would jump at the chance to not pay as much money for a place to stay with a guy who bakes chocolate chip cookies every so often.

Well, I've been looking for that mythical roommate, whose money could help me pay off credit card bills quickly, for a week now. And so far, nothing.

I'm asking everyone I know if they know anyone in need of a place to stay. But nobody has an answer.

It's times like these when you ask God for help every chance you get. You let him know every day that you'd like a roommate to help you out financially, and then remind him that hey, other friends of mine have found roommates easily. Heck, my friend Will has five of them! 'God you mean to tell me that he gets five roommates, and you're not going to give me just one person?'

Short of praying a 54-day novena, there's part of me that feels like I am wasting my breath when it comes to talking to God. Maybe it's due to my impatience, or the fact that I don't spend more time in prayer with him.

It's a foolish mindset though: God indeed hears our prayers. And it's little things in life like this when you really learn to listen to God and put your trust in him. Perhaps he doesn't reveal his answer all at once: maybe his answers are revealed slowly over the course of sincere prayer.

So until then, I'll keep checking my e-mail, hoping that he answers my prayers before July.

And puts another voice in my house.

(Faber is an avid Boston Celtics fan, a page designer and host of the Church Echoes podcast. You can reach him at 505-1260, by e-mail at dustin.faber@thecabin.net or follow him at twitter.com/dustinfaber)