Listening is Priceless
I once spent four hours early in the morning roaming throughout the streets of my neighborhood with a guitar in one hand and my bible in the other. Before I left my house, I spent three hours awake going down the list of the things I needed to do when I woke up and the tasks that I didn't even get done before I had lain down. I wasn't entirely aware of why I was still awake at one in the morning, but I was suddenly inspired to go outside, and I knew there was a reason for the sleeplessness I was experiencing. Captivated by my anxiousness, I began to stare at the ceiling fan, trying to make images out of the popcorn material on the roof of my room, growing increasingly bored and frustrated with every waking second. At some point, I needed to get rest but I knew the odds were slim against my overactive thoughts. I decided to do the only thing I knew how to do: pray for peace and let my heart be settled for the first time that day. Shortly after praying for sleep, I hear
